A corner of an American farm, quiet, vast, and bathed in perfect sunlight. The land of a large rancher possesses order, wildness, and a calming stillness that makes one slow down and breathe.

There were more squirrels in Santa Monica than I expected; there were probably 100 lined up waiting for me to say hello.

Backpack, camera, and a city to myself. Lonely yet free, capturing every unfamiliar corner. Looking forward to your sincere participation.

Arriving at Bluesky felt like stepping into a quiet, deserted bar. The air was clean, and the story was yet to begin. 🍸