She laughed like only she can.

Behind the Frame

She laughed like only she can.

Behind the Frame

She moved into the light without asking why.
That’s something she does—trusts the moment, follows the feeling.

The laughter came quickly. But not from something funny.
More like a release. A shift. A quiet crack in the armor.

She writes about life, love, the soul.
This time, her body did the writing.

And I watched.
And I clicked.

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Audience Comes Last

Rick Rubin said it best:
“Audience comes last.” It feels backwards—but it’s not. Trying to please makes the work quieter.
Trying to be real makes it speak. Create from your core, not from someone else’s expectations.
The right people will feel it.
Eventually....

She rested her head on the water.

She rested her head on the water.

She didn’t say much that day. And maybe she didn’t need to. The rock stood still. The water moved. And she found a place in between. I didn’t ask her to pose like that. She just… let go.

Finding Your Fire

“What if I don’t know what I want yet?” That question is real. And necessary. Almost no one starts with clarity.
You begin by trying things.
Shooting what feels right. Then wrong. Then almost right. Over time, your eye forms.
But more than that—your instinct forms....