I’ve been sitting with this photograph for nearly two years. The subject is sharp, the foreground holds—but the clipped wing has always stayed with me. The frame felt unresolved. It didn’t quite stand on its own. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to delete it. So, a few days back, I went back to it. Over time, a shift had taken place. The frame I was looking at now felt less about the image and more about what it holds—a reminder of how much sits between seeing and framing

As we turn on an axis unseen, seasons shift—quietly, inevitably. And with them, the land changes its expression. Summer, however, is not the season I find myself drawn to. Specially not when I am away from the mountains. Heat unsettles the frame The light is harsh, almost unrelenting. The sky is blazing, pale and flat under its intensity. Water has receded, leaving behind dry beds and cracked earth. The landscape feels exposed, stripped of its softness that usually holds my a