I’ve loved photography since I was young.
But for years, it remained a distant dream — an art I could only touch with my old Kodak Six-20, when I could afford the film and development. Too rare. Too expensive.
Then, in 2022, while helping a friend move, I stumbled upon a forgotten Nikon D3100 in a box. As a thank-you, he gave it to me. And with that simple gesture, something reignited inside me.
This photo is one of the first I took with that camera.
A church, a quiet morning, silhouettes in motion.
And me, in the middle of it all, reconnecting with a passion I thought I had lost.
Renewal doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it simply waits to be seen.
