Visual Poems | Ripples Under the Stone Bridge | Living Oil Paintings

Time seems to slow down here, leaving only the rustle of wind through the leaves and the occasional bird skimming the water's surface.
What made me linger the most was the moment the rain fell on the pink roses, the petals drooping slightly, holding clear water drops; and that stone bridge surrounded by red poppies. Moss quietly clings to the stone walls, and swans swim slowly by with their cygnets, as if they have been nestling together like this for many autumns.
You might notice that the image of the waterbird standing in the sunset has a different style and brushstroke from the rest. It looks more like a blurry silhouette, but I decided to keep it here in the end, because within that orange twilight hides a reassuring, distant mood.
I hope these scenes can bring you a moment of peace.