05/27/2026
There’s something about Paris that slows you down if you let it.
Not the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre. It’s the other things like an old worn door. The way the light hits a café window at the wrong time of day. The details most people walk past without stopping.
I took hundreds of photos on this trip. The ones I keep coming back to are the quiet ones. The ones with a story attached, not just an image.
That’s been on my mind a lot lately. The difference between a photo and a story. And what happens to the stories when we don’t write them down.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot and working on something around it. But first, what’s a photo you have that has a story only you know?