Let It Happen

Sometimes I look at my own photos and I honestly don’t know how they happened.

Maybe it was luck. Or serendipity.

The light just… landed right.
The angle somehow found itself.
There’s no technical explanation that feels true.

So I go back and ask myself — what was I feeling in that moment?

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And it’s always the same.

Lightness. Ease. Presence.

That playful, open space where I’m not trying to achieve anything.
I’m just there — fully, quietly — and the world somehow opens up.

That’s when the photo comes through. Not as something I “take,” but as a kind of imprint.

A trace of the frequency I was in.

Not an image of the outside — but a subtle echo of the inside.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not the one making the photo — I’m just the channel it comes through. Like a radio tuned to the right station.

The moment moves through me and takes form in the image.

But when I try to “make a good photo,” it never works. The magic disappears.

Because I’m no longer in the flow — I’m in my head. I’m thinking, not sensing.

I believe it goes beyond photography.

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Maybe everything we create, everything we feel, everything that finds us — is also a reflection of the state we’re in.

Maybe we’re not just living — we’re vibrating.

And everything around us is responding in kind.