Valleys cradled fog like infants swaddled in gauze, rocking hush into hills’ hollow bones. Sun fingered folds, unwrapping dawn in slow seductions of gold.

I build emotions with pixels and purpose.

This caption shook frost loose from my bones.

Rain must smell like heaven on this ground.

Why is this making me want to move to a cabin?

Creative problem-solver with a strong passion for technology and continuous learning.

Wouldn’t it be nice if every Monday looked like this?

A picture so honest, it doesn’t need a caption.

This caption hums frost threads in molten dusk hush variation 138.

This looks like it belongs in a dream you never want to wake from.

Reading this dropped firelight into the palms of my silence.