Rooted in Silence

This lone stalk rising from the White Sands caught me mid-step—just standing there in quiet confidence, like it had something to say if you had the patience to listen. There’s so much softness in this landscape, but also strength. I love how the gentle light made everything feel hushed, like even the wind was holding its breath. I didn’t stage a thing—this is just how it was, and that’s what I wanted to hold onto in the frame.