Every frame was once invisible.

Until light did its magic

A man in a red long-sleeve shirt and gray pants leaning against a light green wall next to a closed metal gate at night.

Curved historic stone building with arched windows and doorways along a street with a white pickup truck parked.

Black and white photo of a small temple in a clearing with tall trees and snow-covered mountains in the background.

Field of yellow wildflowers with a blurred wooden cabin, evergreen trees, and snow-capped mountains under a blue sky.

Sunset over a mountainous forested landscape with scattered houses on hills.

Black and white photo of a group of people gathered around a table with a cake, celebrating indoors with decorative streamers on the wall.

Snow-capped mountains behind a forested hillside with scattered houses under a clear blue sky.

Intricately decorated blue-walled room with arched windows, a wooden chair with patterned cushion, and framed artwork on the wall.

The Alchemy of Light

In the darkroom, light becomes an anchor. It decides what to show, what to hide, and how to make you feel about both. It’s fascinating to watch how light moves. How it turns cold streets warm, how it hides and reveals, how it makes time feel slower. These photographs are just my way of keeping up with it, of saying, I saw this once, before it changed again.

Kashmir

Shangarh

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