Photography memoirs
The monastery emanated an aura of serenity and reverence. The rustling of leaves and wind dancing amidst the treetops permeated the silence. I was all alone. For long moments I looked at the monastery facade. Forlorn and decaying yet defiant in it’s timeless beauty, it captured my imagination. At the entrance, an icon of Christ was inscribed with Greek words, “Let the love of Christ be the light of your life that guides you”. I stood in awe and silence. The words resonated within the depths of my soul and my heart stirred with sheer love for whom I loved most, Christ Jesus.
Photography memoirs 