Landscapes are where I go to breathe—to step out of my head and into something bigger. There’s a kind of quiet magic in the way light hits an empty road at dusk or how a storm builds over the desert like it has something to say. Whether it’s Ireland’s wind-beaten coast or some stretch of Arizona nothingness, I’m drawn to places that feel like they remember things. These aren’t just pretty scenes—they’re pieces of memory, of rest, of that strange feeling when the world suddenly makes sense for a second.

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