Sarah Rockwood
Tales of the strange & Unusual
This is what it feels like to stand at the edge of the world. ..
Where the wind moves like memory.
Where the sky writes poetry no one will ever read the same way twice.
These are images of the land I call home—wild, aching, and utterly alive.
Ominous skies. Vast horizons. The kind of beauty that leaves you breathless before it breaks you open.
I don’t take photos. I try to catch a feeling before it disappears.
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