Connections

Connections with the world around you, the people around you, the objects around you. Moments often missed, forgotten, left behind, just waiting to be rediscovered. Connection is not always loud. Sometimes, it’s a subtle presence—a silent understanding between strangers, the shared space between objects once touched, the way light falls across an ordinary moment and makes it feel eternal. Each image here is an exposure on the hidden threads that tie us to one another, to our environments, to ourselves. Look closely. What feels familiar might just be something you’ve never noticed.

A person stands at the shoreline facing the ocean with feet in the water, while two other people walk along the beach in the foreground.
A man kneeling on the ground taking a photo of a black bear behind a glass enclosure at a zoo. The enclosure has a concrete wall with a large window, and there are trees and fencing in the background.
People shopping at an indoor market, with a sign for Spice Mountain and various stalls in the background.

Images where the strongest thing is not in what is seen, but in what floats. One presence, an absence. Here you feel more than you understand.

A person lying face down on a cobblestone street near a gray Fiat car, with a building featuring flower boxes, a vintage street lamp, and signs that read 'Antik MUCHA'.
A street performer standing on the hands of a group of people while balancing with arms outstretched. An audience surrounds them, some taking photos.
Two shirtless men sitting outside a small shop with a sign reading 'Tea, Coffee, Community.' One man is drawing on the glass door while the other sits on a stool nearby. Inside the shop, a bicycle is visible.
Three crosses on top of a grassy hill under a partly cloudy sky.

Three crosses on top of a grassy hill under a partly cloudy sky.

A woman standing outside a flower shop on a city sidewalk, surrounded by various potted plants and bouquets, with a mural painted on the wall behind her.

A woman standing outside a flower shop on a city sidewalk, surrounded by various potted plants and bouquets, with a mural painted on the wall behind her.

A motorcycle with three women riding past a colorful building with a sign that reads "Drogas Pipe" on a cloudy day.

A motorcycle with three women riding past a colorful building with a sign that reads "Drogas Pipe" on a cloudy day.

A woman with long hair tied in a ponytail looking at a rusty, old, closed garage door in an outdoor space with weathered concrete walls, overgrown plants, and an antenna on a pole in the background.

Photographs that seem to hold their breath. Stopped moments where the clock does not advance, where something is about to happen... or just happened. And you're right in the middle.

An old, abandoned house with a damaged roof and broken windows, surrounded by overgrown grass and plants.

Portraits where no one poses. Where the eyes speak, but they don't know they're being heard. Images of light, but not for their clarity: for what they reveal without saying. Shadows, reflections, and contours. Light as emotion.

A man lying shirtless on a couch with his head back, in a room with a window that has blinds partially open, and wooden wall paneling with framed pictures.
A man sitting on the street, leaning against a bed with a blanket, appears to be homeless, with a trash bag and scattered papers nearby.

These images speak in silence—where presence and absence blur, and emotion lingers in what’s left unsaid. Moments suspended, light as feeling, time held still.

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Beach with palm trees, benches, a lighthouse, and greenery under a partly cloudy sky.