Akash in the Wild

10/07/2025

10/07/2025

Mornings like this are made for fixing what needs fixing. The rhythm of nails and pine, under a clean blue sky.

10/07/2025

Burnt the toast on purpose just to smell something familiar.
What’s a scent you ruin something just to get?

10/06/2025

10/06/2025

Some days end with a fire. Others end with a shovel. Either way, it’s honest work that keeps me grounded.

10/06/2025

The axe handle is starting to splinter, but I trust it more now than when it was new.
You ever trust something more after it shows its weakness?

10/05/2025

No need for words when the work is done. Just the warmth of the fire and the bond forged by wilderness.

10/05/2025

Sky’s been the same color as the ash pile for three days. Still haven’t minded it.
What kind of weather fits your mood lately?

10/05/2025

Found the perfect spot—right by the stream, under the trees. Day one of building the hut I’ve dreamed about for years. Just me, the tools, and the sound of water in the background 🌲💧

10/05/2025

Spent the day by the dugout on the river—sawed wood, gave a hand with the heavy work, and ended it all in the steaming bathhouse. The kind of quiet reward only the forest gives 🌲🪵💧