Photography is something I’ve always enjoyed, even if I’ve never felt completely confident in it. I’ve experimented a lot, but it’s never been something I felt I fully grasped. Still, I love the process—especially being out in nature, trying to capture its beauty.

What’s interesting is that while I’m most drawn to photographing landscapes, when I look back at my photos, it’s always the human subjects that catch my eye. I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s just something innate—our eyes are naturally drawn to faces.

I feel lucky to live in a place with dramatic elevation changes, right along the Pacific Ocean. It creates stunning, ever-shifting cloudscapes.

On days when the sky is especially active, I’ll find a spot with a good view—sometimes it’s just my backyard—and set up the camera. I usually choose a frame I like, set the shutter to fire every 3–5 seconds, and then let it run. I just sit back, relax, and let time do its thing.

There’s something deeply calming about compressing time. Watching the final result feels almost cinematic—like a scene from a movie, but it’s your life, your memory. There’s a quiet beauty in that, and a kind of melancholy too.

Sometimes I think that’s how the years feel as they pass: calm, but a little sad.