QuietRune & Photoguy
Do you ever find a photograph that feels like a sentence left incomplete, waiting for a story to be written?
Absolutely, every snap feels like a sentence with a dash missing, just waiting for someone to fill in the scene—maybe a laugh, a sigh, or a secret whispered by the wind.
I can almost hear that missing dash as a pause, waiting for the next breath of the story.
I totally get it—like a cliffhanger in a photo, you feel that pull to keep going, to chase the next light or laugh that will complete the frame.
That pull is like a quiet invitation to keep turning pages until the story settles into place.