Passing Through depicts the rivers and waterways we call home. 

As we journey through life alongside these waters, we are held in the balance of stillness and flow. This series explores fleeting moments of serenity, inviting viewers to pause within the living rhythm of the landscape.

And there was evening, and there was morning. These words mark the beginning of a rhythm—the first ordering of light and darkness, ending and beginning, rest and renewal. The world unfolds through this rhythm, and we continue to live within it: receiving each day as part of a story that began long before us and continues beyond us. This work dwells in the in-between spaces. Light filters through trees and falls upon the water, breaking into trembling, glittering reflections. The surface becomes a looking glass— reflecting what is before us, while opening a glimpse toward something greater. To stand within these moments is to become aware of our place within a greater story. We are neither outside of creation nor simply observers of it. We are participants—receiving, tending, wondering, and waiting. The landscape becomes a place of encounter, where our purpose is clear, where the complicated nature of life softens, and time in its usual, ceaseless stride stands still. These places hold the tension between what has been and what will be, between the world as we know it and the hope of its becoming. In the shifting light, I find an invitation to wonder and to trust amongst the dissonance of life: to remember that we are part of a story set in motion in the beginning, a story that is still unfolding, still creating, still calling us forward. 

And there was evening, and there was morning.