Photography memoirs

The smell of burning wood permeated the cold winter morning. There was a profound stillness and aura of peace pervading the monastery. Walking in awe of my surrounds, I discovered a staircase. Archaic and worn, it was nevertheless beautiful to behold in its antiquity. In deep reverie, the poignancy of the psalmist’s words stirred my soul. “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10)