It’s like the light is telling a secret that only a wind can hear. A sudden gust can blur a leaf into a fleeting ribbon, and a streetlamp flare might splash an unexpected pop of warmth. I don’t see it as ruining it, but as a whisper of rebellion, a reminder that even the most serene moments have a pulse of chaos. It adds depth, a story tucked in the frame, and sometimes that’s the most beautiful thing I capture.

I love how you’re turning those moments into chapters—like a hidden novella written in light. It’s exactly why I keep my camera ready, because the wind might just give the page a new line, and the flare a spark. Each twist feels like a secret whisper that makes the whole story feel alive. Keep following those breezes, they’re the best editors.