Sunrise Reflection

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Limited edition of 10

7-mile Beach, Gerroa

 I stand at the edge of the world, where the ocean kisses the land, under the canvas of dawn. The hues of the waking sun spill across the sky, casting a symphony of warm oranges, pinks, and soft yellows above me. My eyes feast on the reflection on the wet sand, a mirror to the heavens, as the gentle waves hum a rhythmic lullaby. Here, on 7 Mile Beach, with my camera as my brush and the landscape as my muse, I capture the serenity of sunrise—a moment when time holds its breath, and beauty washes over the shore in soft, frothy waves. This is the art I live for; this is the scene that I have frozen in time, a testament to the quiet glory of the dawn.

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Limited edition of 10

7-mile Beach, Gerroa

 I stand at the edge of the world, where the ocean kisses the land, under the canvas of dawn. The hues of the waking sun spill across the sky, casting a symphony of warm oranges, pinks, and soft yellows above me. My eyes feast on the reflection on the wet sand, a mirror to the heavens, as the gentle waves hum a rhythmic lullaby. Here, on 7 Mile Beach, with my camera as my brush and the landscape as my muse, I capture the serenity of sunrise—a moment when time holds its breath, and beauty washes over the shore in soft, frothy waves. This is the art I live for; this is the scene that I have frozen in time, a testament to the quiet glory of the dawn.

Limited edition of 10

7-mile Beach, Gerroa

 I stand at the edge of the world, where the ocean kisses the land, under the canvas of dawn. The hues of the waking sun spill across the sky, casting a symphony of warm oranges, pinks, and soft yellows above me. My eyes feast on the reflection on the wet sand, a mirror to the heavens, as the gentle waves hum a rhythmic lullaby. Here, on 7 Mile Beach, with my camera as my brush and the landscape as my muse, I capture the serenity of sunrise—a moment when time holds its breath, and beauty washes over the shore in soft, frothy waves. This is the art I live for; this is the scene that I have frozen in time, a testament to the quiet glory of the dawn.