Tuesday, January 27, 2026
I didn’t always know this was the work.
At first, I thought it was about learning the camera —
how to control light, how to frame a moment, how to catch it at the right time.
I did all of that. I studied it. I practiced it.
But something kept pulling me past the technical parts.
What stayed with me wasn’t the image itself.
It was everything that happened around it.
The quiet pauses before someone settled into themselves.
The shift in energy when they realized they didn’t have to perform.
The breath people didn’t know they were holding — finally released.
That’s when I started to notice something else.
The camera was never the point.
It was a tool, yes — but not the reason I kept showing up.
The reason was presence.
The reason was learning to sit inside a moment instead of rushing through it.
Over time, I learned to trust what I was feeling while I was shooting.
To lean into the emotion of the moment — not override it.
To let intuition lead instead of direction.
I learned that the most meaningful images don’t come from control.
They come from listening.
From paying attention to what’s already unfolding.
From allowing people the space to exist as they are — without asking them to become something else.
That’s when the work stopped feeling like photography.
It became a way of witnessing.
A way of honoring the quiet, honest versions of people that surface when they feel safe enough to be seen.
The camera just happens to be how I remember it.
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