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The keeper of the quiet shore

She arrived before I did, and she'll likely outlast my visit too. Beneath the hanging branches, the water turns the colour of old glass — half sky, half secret. The ducks keep their distance, tracing slow lines across the surface, as though they know something about this bend in the lake that they're not telling. There's a stillness here that feels borrowed from somewhere older. Perhaps that's just what afternoons by water do to a person — they slow the thoughts down until only the obvious ones remain: light, reflection, breath. Where does a swan go when no one's watching? I suspect we'll never know.

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Yachats, OR.

I think the thing that really gets me, about this seemingly random shot, is how there's something interesting to look at in every part of the image: from the dog running along happily, to the bridge wedged in the trees, the texture of the forest behind it, and the tiny little humans setting the scale of the whole thing. Some might consider this image unremarkable, but not everything needs to be grand; things can be a little slice of life too.

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