the camera — an old Koak Easy Share — becomes a kind of sketchbook. i don’t look for stories, but sometimes they appear. a shadow across a wall, a stranger’s posture, a piece of light on broken pavement. fragments that feel like they belong somewhere else — or maybe just briefly belong to me.

this project is not about documenting places. it’s about catching what flickers unexpectedly: small moments, unplanned compositions, the quiet drama of passing through.