I don’t take photos just to remember the place, I take them to keep the feeling.

Sometimes I take a photo because something inside me stops. Because there’s beauty. Or stillness. Or a moment I want to keep. A second I didn’t want to lose.

These are not just photographs. They are postcards from moments I couldn’t let go of. From versions of myself I no longer am. From feelings I didn’t know how to name, but couldn’t ignore. I take photos to hold on. To remember who I was. To remember what I saw, what I felt, what I almost missed.

Because when I look back, I find myself again. Each of these images is a piece of that search. Of that need to slow time down. Of that fear of losing what mattered.

And maybe, somehow, they’ll speak to something in you too.