North Arm Wildlife Trail, September 2026
A year ago, spinal issues left me wondering if I could ever find my path in photography again. Forced to slow down, I turned my lens closer to home.
The world that was close at first glance seemed so so familiar and ordinary, but gradually it began to offer something overlooked before. It was beauty everywhere: in every single dry leaf, in the withered flowers, in the thin stems with a single dry bud.
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There are days when I feel my world shrinking—no more long trips to Antelope Island, and Bear River MBR has become a big question mark. But deep down I know it hasn't actually grown smaller. It’s simply different, and in its own way, still deeply interesting.
Generally, life is good.



