Bled in Love
A couple drifts quietly across Lake Bled, unaware their moment has been gently captured. Behind them, the castle watches from its rocky perch and the church steeple rises like a prayer. I never met them, but this stillness, this softness — it felt like something sacred.
A couple drifts quietly across Lake Bled, unaware their moment has been gently captured. Behind them, the castle watches from its rocky perch and the church steeple rises like a prayer. I never met them, but this stillness, this softness — it felt like something sacred.
A couple drifts quietly across Lake Bled, unaware their moment has been gently captured. Behind them, the castle watches from its rocky perch and the church steeple rises like a prayer. I never met them, but this stillness, this softness — it felt like something sacred.