Behind the Lens

 I've been fascinated by cameras and books since childhood. Books were always within reach, pulling me into their world of endless stories. Cameras, on the other hand, felt like a distant dream—there wasn’t one in our home, and back then, mobile phones weren’t a thing yet. My only encounters with photography were those rare visits to a studio for a quick passport photo.

 

     Life happened. School, work, and daily routines pushed creative passions into the background, making them feel like a luxury rather than a necessity. But the longing to recapture the magic I once felt—both in photography and storytelling—kept pushing me forward.

I searched for inspiration across cities, cultures, and languages. One language led me to marriage, another helped me navigate the world, and a third became my home. But through all of this, I realized something profound: the best way for me to express myself is not through words, but through images. Because sometimes, a single photo speaks louder than a thousand words.

     

      It took years to find my voice through photography—from the moment I first held a camera to truly understanding its power. But that’s a story for another post.

  

 

 

 

 

The Picture of the Week – Wheatfield Reverie