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.

A peaceful sunset and an unexpected detour remind me why I call the Olympic Peninsula home. What began as a hopeful search for black bears turned into something quieter, but just as meaningful. A golden hour view from the hills above Port Angeles.

I caught a Rufous hummingbird in a rare still moment—then noticed a tiny midge fly photobombing in the background. This post shares the photo, a poem I wrote about it, and a little reflection on how nature always seems to sneak in a bit of quiet humor when you least expect it.