Photography is the language I found to remember —
to hold fragments of time before they dissolve into silence.
to hold fragments of time before they dissolve into silence.
Through the lens, I’ve learned to see beauty everywhere:
in a girl’s quiet joy on her First Communion,
in a river winding through the jungle,
in the tenderness of a mother-to-be,
in the soft light of Autumn,
in an actor’s fleeting truth,
in the love between two souls on their wedding day.
in a girl’s quiet joy on her First Communion,
in a river winding through the jungle,
in the tenderness of a mother-to-be,
in the soft light of Autumn,
in an actor’s fleeting truth,
in the love between two souls on their wedding day.
Thank you for pausing here —
for seeing the world as I have come to see it.
for seeing the world as I have come to see it.
