There’s a kind of love that doesn’t need words.
In March, as the sun slipped low over the horizon at Indian Point along the Forgotten Coast, I watched two figures walking along the beach—side by side, unrushed, sharing the silence. No words passed between them, but everything that mattered was there: unspoken awe, deep appreciation, and a quiet, protective love.

This painting holds more than the softness of dusk. It holds the sacred beauty of simply being together—of walking forward, side by side, guided by the warm glow of God’s creation.

We don’t always need grand gestures to express love. Sometimes, the hush of presence says it best.