These photographs were created during long walks through the northeastern borderlands of Latvia — a place where nature speaks in silence.
They are not landscapes in the traditional sense. They are moods — shifting light, the return of fog, the stillness of trees, and spaces where nothing interrupts the act of being.
I photograph transitions. Moments when nature is not an object, but an event. When emptiness becomes a sign.
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