Outside, the storm named Amy howled through the night, bending trees and lashing rain against the windows. Inside, I found stillness — a single swan’s feather resting on glass, its reflection curving like a quiet memory of calm waters.
It once drifted on the water where I photographed Reflections in Harmony. Now it tells a smaller story — of light, balance, and the fragile beauty that remains when the world outside grows wild.
