Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Amid the morning mist, a loon stretches its wings as if touching the edges of the fog itself. The boundary between water and sky dissolves, leaving only the delicate, patterned silhouette of this solitary bird — a fleeting, otherworldly presence suspended in quiet wonder.
Amid the morning mist, a loon stretches its wings as if touching the edges of the fog itself. The boundary between water and sky dissolves, leaving only the delicate, patterned silhouette of this solitary bird — a fleeting, otherworldly presence suspended in quiet wonder.