Exposures

This is what it feels like to stand at the edge of the world.

Where the wind moves like memory. Where the sky keeps changing its mind, and the waves never break the same way twice.

These are images of the land I call home — wild, aching, utterly alive. Ominous skies and vast horizons. The kind of beauty that leaves you breathless right before it breaks you open.

I don't take photographs. I catch a feeling before it disappears.