The Bad Habit of Looking Up

Sometimes, I find myself falling into old habits. One of them is looking up.
Not for answers—just out of instinct. Out of wonder. Out of that quiet ache that lives in the chest when the sky is too blue, or the clouds are too perfect, or a single flower dares to grow where it shouldn’t.

This series is made of those moments. The ones above eye level. The ones people walk past without ever noticing. A tangled web of power lines catching the sunset. A streetlight silhouetted against the kind of sky that feels like it’s watching you back. A plant clinging to a wall like it’s trying to tell you something.