Moments

This is where everything slows down. Where instinct takes over and the frame becomes a vessel for whatever was almost forgotten. These images weren’t planned—they were felt. A look. A light. A breath held just long enough to leave a mark.

Some of these moments are intimate, soft, undone. Others are fleeting glances at the world overhead or around me—quiet beauty hiding in plain sight. Some are memories I’m still trying to hold onto. Others are truths I only understood once I saw them on the screen.

Here, nothing asks to be permanent. But some moments linger anyway.
This is what remains. The blur between presence and memory.
Between looking and being seen.