A meeting.
The wind, the water, and us.
The wind, the water, and us.
We stepped into the tide —
not to perform,
but to return.
not to perform,
but to return.
Not captured.
But received.
We began to move.
We moved — together, apart, as one.
We moved — together, apart, as one.
And I remembered:
Stillness speaks.
To witness is enough.
Stillness speaks.
To witness is enough.
No poses.
Only presence.
What revealed itself —
was what remained.
Part of an ongoing practice of presence, memory, and quiet witnessing.
A reflection on what happens when the body leads, and the camera follows.
Dahab, 2025