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Spirit of the Woods

This photograph was taken in the summer of 2020, on a day when the world felt both eerily quiet and intensely alive. I was alone, walking through the woods as I often did then, letting the trees steady me and the rhythm of my footsteps calm my thoughts. There was a stillness to that walk, the kind that isn’t empty but listening. The woods opened out at the back into fields, tall grasses catching the light, wild and ungoverned, and it was there that something shifted.

I remember the moment clearly. The air felt different, charged somehow, as if I had crossed an unseen threshold. I sensed, with absolute certainty, that I wasn’t alone. Not in the way we usually mean it—not another person, not an animal breaking through the grass—but a presence that didn’t belong to the physical rules we’re taught to trust. It wasn’t fear that rose in me. It was recognition.

Then I saw it: a flash of movement, subtle and fleeting, invisible to the naked human eye and yet unmistakably real. For a split second, it revealed itself—not in form, but in motion, like light bending where nothing should be. A shimmer. A disturbance. A reminder. I don’t pretend to fully understand what I saw, only that I saw it, and that moment saw me too.

Instinct took over. I lifted my phone and took this photograph. I didn’t compose it carefully or think about technique. I simply responded. The image that emerged feels like a meeting point—between light and shadow, matter and something beyond it. The delicate white flowers stand almost defiant against the darkened edges, as though illuminated from within. The field looks ordinary at first glance, but it isn’t. It holds something. It remembers.

I’ve called this photograph 'Spirit of the Woods' because that is what it felt like: the land briefly revealing its awareness, its life beyond our limited senses. I’ve always known, deep down, that I am never truly alone. I don’t walk through places; I walk with them. I sense things others might dismiss—shifts in energy, presences without bodies, movements without sound. Non-physical phenomena aren’t abstract concepts to me; they’re part of my lived experience.

This image is proof, not in a scientific sense, but in a personal one. Proof that the world is layered. Proof that reality is wider than what we’re told to see. Proof that there are moments when the veil thins and something ancient and intelligent moves just out of reach, yet close enough to be felt.

I didn’t capture a figure that day. I captured a truth. And I stand by it: we are surrounded, supported, witnessed. The woods know us. The fields watch us. And once you learn to sense what moves beyond the physical, you will never walk alone again.

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