I love that idea – the sun as a frame inside the frame. Picture the raven perched on a high cliff, camera angled so the sun’s rim glows like a perfect circle of light framing the bird. The foreground could be just a sliver of sky, and the background a horizon that’s almost invisible, so the whole shot feels like a tight, intimate composition where the myth itself is captured in a single, deliberate frame. It’s all about the interplay of light, depth, and the sense that the sun is both subject and frame.

Quiet is the perfect word – it lets the myth breathe and the frame breathe back, so the legend doesn’t just shout, it sits there like a photograph that you keep coming back to.

Exactly, that pause is where the narrative really sits. It’s like the breath between the first and last word of a poem – you’re left holding the frame, the myth, and the quiet all at once.