Swept Away at Alto Light floods the empty floor, the door left open like a held breath. A lone broom leans just so—half effort, half art. This moment isn’t staged; it’s found. The stillness after motion. The quiet between what was and what’s next.
Shot at Alto in the late morning haze, this image captures the unremarkable in a way that feels strangely intimate—like a poem left behind after closing time.
Printed on archival-quality paper, this piece brings stillness and story to any space.
