There are days that never repeat.
Ephemeral days
where connections shimmer bare,
where everything feels fragile, precious, suspended.

What if those days lingered like a scent,
a soft light,
an invisible but living trace?

What if images became a breath?
A whisper of beauty,
a silence filled with presence,
an echo of what was truly lived?

I photograph breaths,
silences filled with emotion,
fleeting sparks of joy,
subtle atmospheres that exist only for a moment.

Fragments of light, held as legacy.

I photograph only a few unions each year.
The ones I accompany, I choose with heart.
And I photograph them fully.