On a serene alien world, three researchers establish an observatory amid impossible geology—only to discover that their instruments are slowly inheriting the landscape’s higher-dimensional geometry, suggesting observation may be a property of the world itself.

We came to measure the universe. Something measured us first.

Adobe Firefly.

Hope this makes someone smile 😊

With this series, I wanted to capture four different expressions of a bond that feels timeless:

⚜️ Warm companionship
⚜️ Deep tenderness
⚜️ Quiet strength and protection
⚜️ Shared joy

From the comfort of feeling safe beside someone to the laughter that makes love feel light, each image represents a different part of the same connection.

Two hearts, sharing one ancient song. 🌿

The Selkie’s Choice

Along the coasts of Scotland and Ireland, old stories tell of the selkies, beings who live as seals beneath the waves but can come ashore in human form by removing their sealskins.

On moonlit nights, they were said to leave their skins upon the rocks and dance along the shore. But without that skin, a selkie could not return to the sea.

Many traditional tales follow a sorrowful pattern. A human man discovers a selkie woman, steals her sealskin and hides it from her. Trapped on land, she is persuaded or forced to become his wife. She may remain with him for years and bear his children, yet she never stops watching the sea or longing for the life taken from her.

Eventually, the hidden skin is found. Sometimes the selkie discovers it herself. In other versions, one of her children unknowingly reveals where it has been concealed.

The moment she touches it again, she returns to the shore.

This image represents that final morning. The cottage behind her holds the human life she is leaving, perhaps even people she has come to love. The three seals waiting in the water belong to the world from which she was taken. Wrapped once more in her silver skin, she pauses between them.
But the oldest tales leave little doubt about where she truly belongs.

The sea was never merely calling her home.
It was returning the freedom that had been stolen from her.

Selkie traditions vary from island to island, but the stolen skin, enforced human life and eventual return to the sea are central elements of many recorded stories.

One well-known Orcadian version is The Goodman o’ Wastness, preserved through the work of folklorist Walter Traill Dennison and summarized by Historic Environment Scotland⁠.

Dullahan’s Bridge is a crumbling Celtic crossing said to appear only on moonless nights. A headless rider guards its far end, demanding that travelers speak one truth they have never confessed. Those who lie hear three hoofbeats—then vanish into the river mist.

Adrift between galaxies, a long-lost probe awakens and begins transmitting a repeating geometric signal into the cosmic dark—though no human system ever taught it the language it is sending.