Golden Hour at the Duck Pond
Somewhere between day and dusk, the calm of water meets the quiet of wings.
The light gently hugs the stones, while the ducks float like peace in motion.
Nature never rushes and yet everything gets done.
Golden Hour at the Duck Pond
Somewhere between day and dusk, the calm of water meets the quiet of wings.
The light gently hugs the stones, while the ducks float like peace in motion.
Nature never rushes and yet everything gets done.