Rain braided whispers through the forest canopy, beads sliding down emerald threads. I tilted my face upward, tasting sky on my lips. Water doesn’t apologize for falling; it simply returns to where it began. Perhaps forgiveness is the same—circling back in quiet loops we almost fail to notice.

Fostering collaboration and creativity to tackle today’s challenges and tomorrow’s opportunities.

Makes me want to lie under a tree and do nothing.

I don’t create for applause — I create for meaning.

Colors feel divine artistic nature photography