Owlsome Moments

17/10/2025

Before we learn the weight of things we already choose. A toy, a color, a path. A black shoe, a white one. We don’t know why - only that something inside whispers this one. And the whisper stays,
growing up with us, changing names, changing reasons but never its voice.
Perhaps every adult choice is that first small sparkle from the child inside, whispering stubborn and bright, “Don’t forget me. I still lead the way."

ꪮꪑ

01/10/2025

Ascent

30/09/2025

Тhe question of staying

30/09/2025

The wind rattles the pods like dice,
as if the season is gambling
with what’s left of us.

ꪮꪑ

26/09/2025

𝒜𝐼𝑅

Felt, never held.
It moves through you,
carrying autumn’s promise.

ꪮꪑ

03/09/2025

She lets me capture her less and less and maybe that’s part of growing - of keeping some moments just for herself. But sometimes I manage to steal a glance, a fragment of her quiet strength and I treasure it. Perhaps that’s the truth of portraits - they are less about who we see and more about how we feel while seeing.

02/09/2025

27/05/2025

24/05/2025

Fragility is a form of strength.

22/05/2025