I've visited Taevaskoda more times than I can count and yet every single visit feels like the first. There’s something timeless and grounding about this place, an almost sacred silence in the cliffs, the gentle flow of the Ahja River, the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Whether I go alone with my camera or walk the trail with a friend, Taevaskoda never fails to stop me in my tracks. It's one of those rare places where time feels like it pauses and all that exists is nature, light, and presence.