The air was cold. The light was gold. You would have loved it. Wish you were here.

There's something quietly lucky about finding yourself in places that make you forget you had anywhere else to be. At the base of towering redwoods. Amongst cherry blossoms falling like slow rain. Across from eyes crinkling with laughter. These are moments that make me feel gratefully small, reminded that the world is vast, generous, and full of things worth paying attention to. The ocean. The stars. Joy that arrives without warning. Grief that tells you exactly what you love. I am endlessly drawn to capturing the feeling of being humbled by something larger than myself.

The stories we tell — and the way we tell them — deeply shape how we understand the world, each other, and ourselves. We decide what to notice and what to leave out, where to stand and when to click. I want the images I take to be honest — a platform to connect, to share, and to say: look at how much beauty exists in the margins. Look at what the world does when no one is watching.

Look at what was always here.