I spent the afternoon at a quiet café, just me, my notebook, and the soft clatter of mugs and silverware in the background. The sunlight hit my table in a way that made me pause—just enough shadow, just enough warmth. I started thinking about how many scenes are made from moments like this. Simple, still, but charged with feeling. It reminded me why I’m drawn to the camera in the first place.

I spent the afternoon at a quiet café, just me, my notebook, and the soft clatter of mugs and silverware in the background. The sunlight hit my table in a way that made me pause—just enough shadow, just enough warmth. I started thinking about how many scenes are made from moments like this. Simple, still, but charged with feeling. It reminded me why I’m drawn to the camera in the first place.