I’m not a professional photographer. No training, no textbooks, no masterclasses. But somewhere along the way, my taste began to grow quietly, steadily as if Leica wasn’t a camera, but a mirror.
A mirror reflecting the books I’ve read, the lessons I’ve learned, the things I’ve let go of, and the corners of myself I’ve softened.
I used to take photos to “remember.” Now I take photos to “understand.” To see how light lands on the world, to notice where my eyes rest, to observe the emotion behind my choices.
I realized beauty isn’t innate, life carved it out of me. And every shutter click whispers: I’ve grown a little more.