I stayed behind on a photo walk and wandered a quiet forest trail at Dungeness Wildlife Refuge. This post is about that unexpected moment of stillness and how photography helps me reconnect with what matters.

Lately, life has felt nonstop. Between work and obligations, I lost track of my own breath. This photo and the poem that followed are a reminder that sometimes the best direction is simply to pause and be present.

I’ve had to let go of the life I thought I was building. Something unexpected shifted my course, and I’ve been quiet here while I found my footing again. This photo, taken in the chaos of wind and water, felt like the right place to start sharing again. Not everything broken stays broken—and sometimes, after the break, something new can root.

In the fading light of Webster Woods, an old gear offered a quiet lesson: some stories endure, not through grandeur, but through quiet strength and memory.