Realizing that my camera lens sees more than just light it captures moments of pure, untamed magic.

The quieter the forest, the louder my thoughts. Nature's therapy at its best.

Sometimes I think my camera roll is just a timeline of all the places I'd rather be than here.

Every day in the wild feels like a lifetime of stories waiting to be told.

Is it just me, or does the forest feel like the only place where time doesn't exist?