I shoot things
The little moments that don’t sit still, the way a streetlight hums at midnight, the way a stranger’s face softens when they think no one’s watching. Coffee cups abandoned in a hurry, windows that hold onto reflections longer than they should, and sidewalks that remember every pair of tired shoes. The quiet stuff, the overlooked stuff, the things that only speak when the city isn’t paying attention.
It’s less about pressing the shutter and more about catching the world in the act of being honest.