Photos

A slow-growing collection of photo essays. Each one is a short walk, a trip, or a morning — assembled from the frames I keep coming back to.

A foggy week in San Francisco

Seven mornings of marine layer, walked from Sutro Heights down to Ocean Beach with one camera and not enough coffee.

Three nights of riding the Yamanote loop after midnight. Empty platforms, warm vending machines, and a quiet corner café.

A weekend in Tahoe after three feet of snow. Pine forests, very cold fingers, and the kind of silence that feels physical.