Ancient Witnesses
As the stars rise, the stone remains — quiet, enduring, timeless.
These formations have watched the passage of millennia in silence, bearing witness to the slow arc of the cosmos above. I often wonder what stories they’d tell if they could speak — stories of fire, wind, and water… of creatures long gone… and now, of a lone photographer beneath their gaze.
Captured under a moonless sky, this is one of those nights where everything aligns — the air still, the Milky Way rising, and the sense that you’re standing in a place where time barely matters.
I return to these places not just to photograph them, but to feel something deeper — the connection between earth and sky, between the ancient and the now.
