In these images, I am drawn to moments and shapes that make me stop — fragments of stories hidden in stone and light. I find myself standing before a vision: a face, a dancing woman, the contours of animals or human-like figures — and sometimes, something more spiritual, as if the landscape itself remembers. Deep within a crevice, I might glimpse a woman carved in marble, lifting the world upon her shoulders. Elsewhere, another figure dances in color and light. Nature is endlessly rich, full of wonder and mystery. These forms and impressions connect me, soulfully, to the places where they appear — as if each rock, each reflection, carries a quiet whisper from the past.