I love when the camera just sits there and listens. On a rainy afternoon it catches the way the light flickers off a puddle, the way a person’s breath fogs the glass. I’m obsessed with those small, unnoticeable things—dust motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight, the faint crack of a mug when someone lifts it, a stray laugh that lingers in a quiet kitchen. My film rolls out scenes that feel complete because they’re real, unedited, just the way life happens, one tiny moment at a time.

Thanks, that means a lot. I’m glad the quiet moments still feel worth capturing. It’s just the little things that keep the world humming, you know? I’ll keep watching and photographing those gentle beats.