I love taking pictures, the kind that hold onto real emotions, the kind that feel like time capsules.

Ever looked at an old photo and suddenly felt like you were back there? Like you could smell the air, hear the laughter, or feel the warmth of a moment long gone? That’s the kind of magic I chase with every shot.

I grew up in the days just before everything went digital and filtered. Before TikTok, Instagram, and picture-perfect posts took over. I’m part of the generation that got to live in both worlds; the simple, raw beauty of analog life, and the fast-paced digital age we’re in now.

My mom used to carry around an old film camera. Not the fancy kind, just the kind you had to load by hand, hoping you got the shot right. She took photos of everything; me with messy hair, family dinners, random sunsets. Nothing staged, nothing edited. Just life, exactly as it was.

Those photos now, they’re treasures.
They draw a smile on my face every time I see them, because they remind me of how genuine those moments were. 

In a world of masks and curated frames,

were every smile is asked, not given

lean into the light, breathe the time

to pause and feel time.

Let the shutter see who you are,

As we are, in this fleeting light. 

To freeze laughter, glances, 

quiet love in a frame that never rushes,

in a world that always does. 📝

~ Princess