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“Not all guardians roar.  Some wait in silence until the light remembers them.”

The path curved in shadow.  Damp stone, fig leaves, earth softened by last night’s rain.  I moved slowly through the hush, every step diminishing the self until only listening remained.

He was already there.  A lion, half-consumed by lichen, pale as ash, standing not in defiance, but in a kind of surrender—still, watchful without watching.  And beside him, the strangler fig, vast and weightless, its roots not clinging but cascading, as though the air itself asked to be draped in silence.

They did not move, but presence moved between them.  That movement—the conversation of things older than sound—is what called me to pause.  To witness, not capture.  To be still long enough that stone might speak.

Eventually, I set the tripod.  Gently, deliberately.  The camera opened, and light seeped in like breath.  In the studio weeks later, that hush still lingered on the negative.  I shaped the image as one might cradle an echo: slowly, with reverence, breath by breath.

 

Roots drink the dawn’s hush
Lichen masks the granite roar
Silence between breaths


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