Sometimes I just get that feeling, that I need to go out, take a walk and just take photos. So I walk and think. Introspectively, peeling back the layers of thoughts and memories. Uncovering patterns. Dissecting why I acted, why I felt. I search for the roots, the old, stubborn beliefs that cling tight, hoping to leave them behind. Watering the seeds to grow a tree. The photos are just my byproduct. Photosynthesis.

Where I come from does not matter, nor does where I am headed. I simply am. Seeing so many places fills me with gratitude; each step is part of a journey. But this journey does not define me, and it holds no greater significance than any other.

so if you want, walk with me for a while. and feel. do not interpret. do not excite. just let that feeling come, indulge in it and and resist the urge to judge.