Reflections
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Encounters in light and story — where the outer world stirs the spirit within.
This space is part journal, part gallery, part practice in deep seeing.
It’s where I gather stories, poems, portraits, and images that rise up from everyday encounters—with people, places, and passing moments.
Some come from portrait sessions or photo strolls. Others from strangers met by chance. And some are simply still points in time where the world whispered something I didn’t know I needed to hear.
These are reflections—not just of what I see, but of what those moments reflect back to me.
About stillness.
About wonder.
About identity, or longing, or the mystery of being alive.
This is where the camera meets the soul.
Where presence meets poetry.
Where outer light reveals inner knowing.
You're welcome to linger here.
To wander through images and words.
And maybe catch a glimpse of yourself along the way.
Seeing the Unseen
It wasn’t until I viewed the image full screen later that the true magic of the moment revealed itself.
Lying on my stomach on the rocky beach in Tacoma, just a few feet from a barnacle-encrusted piling, I was focused on the commonplace — those humble wooden pillars that dot the shoreline.
Suspended in Time: A Moment in Motion
There’s something about quiet mornings that makes you feel like the world has paused, waiting for something to unfold.
On this particular morning, while strolling through downtown Tacoma, near the Museum of Glass, my gaze was drawn to a distant figure—a window washer, hanging high above the city.
Wrong Turn, Right Time
Isn't it funny how life unfolds when you're least expecting it? Just the other day, while out running the most mundane errands, I found myself caught up in a web of detours thanks to some road construction. Before I knew it, I was crossing the historic Narrows Bridge—an unplanned detour that seemed like a hassle at first.
My Unexpected Encounter on a Dawn Driven Quest
My head resting on my pillow and night’s sleep tugging at the edges of my mind, a question flickered to life, bright and insistent. Could I walk 10,000 steps at the break of dawn?