Because every photograph should tell a story... and I know how to make them talk.

No bang. No goodbye. Just silence thick enough to cut.

What once burned hot now barely flickers.The survivor doesn’t look back. Not much to see.

Each day rolls in, cool and quiet.

Healing came like a stranger—uninvited, but welcome.

The past? Still there. Just not in charge anymore.Just like that, it ended.

And just like that… the smoke cleared.

Photography