There are moments when the sky preaches louder than any voice, when the waves speak of promises older than time.
"Refuge in the Chaos" captures the evening hush over Haystack Rock, as the sun bows low and Heaven spills gold upon the sea. The air is thick with the weight of glory—of prayers whispered into the wind, of a holy stillness that reminds us God is near.
This iconic monolith, standing steadfast against wind and tide, becomes more than a landmark. It becomes a symbol of God’s unshakable presence. A shelter. A refuge. A quiet testimony that even in the fiercest storms, we are held.
This fine art print is a love letter to the soul seeking peace—a visual reminder to the weary heart: “Be still, and know that I am God.”
Whether it hangs in your home as a daily invitation to rest in His faithfulness or as a sacred space for prayer and reflection, may it bring you back to the calm that only the Creator can give.
What would you endure to capture a moment that feels like eternity?
The air smelled of salt and seaweed as I stepped into the cool Pacific waves, the fading summer sun painting the sky in deep purples, golds, and fiery oranges. Haystack Rock loomed before me, rising like a fortress from the water, bathed in the last light of day. The tide crept in quickly, swirling around my ankles as I planted my tripod into the wet sand. The sound of the waves—a soothing roar—mingled with the sharp cry of gulls circling overhead.
Long exposure photography in this moment was a dance with time. Each second was precious, the light shifting with every passing breath. I adjusted my focus, bracing myself as the water pushed harder, my legs sinking deeper into the sand. My fingers were cold, trembling slightly, but I held steady. The shutter clicked, capturing the silky motion of the waves against the timeless rock, the sky streaked with heaven’s last brushstrokes of color.
I lingered there, wet and shivering, but at peace. The beauty of that moment wrapped itself around me, a fleeting gift I had somehow preserved. Walking back to shore, I tasted the salt on my lips and marveled at how light, water, and time could weave a story so perfect, I had to share it.
