There’s something happening right now that I can’t quite put into words.
And I’m realizing… I’m not supposed to.
Spring isn’t something you understand. It’s something you witness.
At a certain point, words stop being useful.
These photos are small glimpses of what’s been unfolding here over the past few weeks. They’re moments of change, of arrival, of life coming forward in ways that are almost impossible to track in real time.
None of it staged. None of it held onto. Just being witnessed.
If you take your time with them, you might start to feel what glimpses of what we feel out here - that something is always happening, always shifting, whether we notice it or not.
