Photography has taught me to see these moments differently. It’s not just about capturing light or a scene; it’s about noticing. The way the shadows stretch across the floor, how the leaves rustle in rhythm with the breeze, or the way a single bird can make an entire tree feel alive. I’ve learned to savor the details.
And isn’t that what solitude is? A time to notice. To slow down enough to appreciate the things that often go unseen.
It’s not loneliness I feel. Loneliness is longing for connection. This—this is connection. To myself. To the world in its purest form. Like the birds in the tree, I’m not alone at all. I’m part of something bigger, even if it’s just the quiet hum of life moving slowly around me.
