The Red Rock

There are moments when the world holds its breath,
when the sky bleeds red and the sea turns to ink.
I stood still, watching Percé Rock carve its silhouette into the fading light,
a quiet giant in the vastness,
silent, ancient, unmoved.

No filter. No planning.
Just a pause in time,
a reminder that beauty doesn’t need to shout,
it only needs to be seen.

The sun didn’t rush its goodbye,
and neither did I.

Photographed with my Nikon D40 and my trusted analong 50mm 1.8 lens
Art and photo by AdidA Fallen Angel
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