A lone sailboat moves across a calm, open sea while a wall of storm clouds gathers on the horizon. In infrared black and white, the scene becomes a meditation on contrast—darkness and light, stillness and threat, solitude and resilience. This journal entry follows the quiet story inside that moment, where the storm is near, but hope is still visible.

In Taos, New Mexico, light doesn’t just illuminate the landscape—it feels like a presence. In this entry, I follow that sacred glow through quiet streets and open skies, where adobe, shadow, and sun weave together into something timeless. It’s a reminder that some places don’t ask to be photographed so much as listened to—where the ordinary world turns luminous, and the unseen feels close enough to touch.