After a season of grief, I turned to photography—not as a way to escape, but as a gentle tool to reconnect with beauty, presence, and meaning. This is the story of how one location, visited again and again, helped me come back to myself.

I never expected photography to be part of my healing—but it was. This post reflects on how making images helped me process emotions I couldn’t yet name and became a quiet companion on my journey back to myself.

What if photography wasn’t about controlling the outcome, but letting go? In this quiet reflection on the rhythm of the ocean, I explore how photography can become a mirror for our inner world—a place where feeling and flow meet.