capturing.

Photos, fragments, and little records of things worth noticing.

Spring, Unapologetically

It feels like a privilege to witness all these colors. As if nature decided to show off for a while, and I happened to be there.

I was trying not to disturb them. They were trying not to care that I existed.

Even highways have their main character moments.

Empires fade. Stones remain. There’s something comforting about knowing stories can outlive the people who tell them.