My life has been a tale of two passions.
Travel and Photography
A towering oak, the gilded horizon, or a face cast in perfect light — and indeed, they deserve attention, praise, and love.
Yet my gaze wanders deeper, drawn to the quiet fractures where the world reveals its secrets: the jagged geometry of a broken bough, its splintered grain a map of storms survived; the heavy silence behind a pair of eyes, holding a universe of words they dare not speak; and the small, stubborn stone wedged tight between the giants, the invisible anchor holding the mountain together.
