Greater Works Photography

Like an unassuming breeze, steady, confident, inconspicuous.

I see rhythm, I can hear it too.

I see it more than I hear it. Or maybe I feel it. In fact, I can almost taste it. It’s like this strange familiarity in a land that isn’t my own just yet. Like a memory of a dream that I’d forgotten, like laying in bed, just waking up and trying really hard to remember what it was about. It makes me feel bold, but timid. It’s like I feel like I could pen a million words, but then stare at a blank page with nothing to say.

A steady rhythm driving.
A rhythm far beyond.
A rhythm deep within.
A song that all creation knows…and sings along.

Who we are...
Breathe in the Maker of the stars