
Breathing Light
Morning nudged the night to the edge of the Earth, and golden rays spread across the plateau like maple syrup flowing over a stack of pancakes, making everything they touched warm and vibrant again. The land blushed with life as I stood on the edge of time, watching the Earth breathe in light and exhale fog onto the distant mesa.
I would rather photograph a bear than ride one.
1st in their Group in the Semifinal Round
1st in their Group in the Quarterfinal Round
1st in their Group in Round One