Sometimes the quiet side is a refuge from chaos.
Sometimes it is a trial, for in silence you hear yourself too clearly.
Yet it is there that strength is formed — not outward, but inward, born of patience, attention, and presence.
These photographs emerged during long wanderings along the northeastern edge of Latvia — a place where the voice of nature can be heard in silence.
They are not landscapes in the usual sense. They are moods — the shifting of light, the return of fog, the silence of trees, and spaces where nothing interferes with simply being.
I photograph transitions. Moments when I perceive nature as a state of being. When emptiness becomes a sign.
