06/07/2026
Out here, I breathe a little easier.
I feel closer to the people who raised me, the land that shaped me, and the version of myself I don’t always show the world.
Some days I come out here with my camera.
Some days I come out here just to feel grounded again.
And the cattle — moving slow through the brush, watching me the way only cows do — they’re part of that peace too. They remind me of the rhythm I grew up in, the one that still settles me every time I step into the pasture.
Either way, the pasture always gives me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
This is home.
This is me.🤍
