Through midnight fields, barn owls skim fence lines.
Their faces catch moonlight fully.
Every twitch maps sound.
Ghosts do not miss.

I needed a pause, and this gave it to me.

I shape ideas into experiences that move people.

This reads like a journal entry from someone wiser than me

The stillness in this photo carries its own kind of movement.

This isn’t just a picture. It’s an experience.

This glow looked like it waited for permission to stay.

That caption is holding hands with the image.

Your caption didn’t speak loudly, but it stayed longer.