A shutter clicks—time folds in grace,

A moment stilled, a fleeting face.

Not just a picture, light and shade,

But stories in the frames we’ve made.

Each image, more than black and white,

Becomes the pulse of borrowed light—

A thousand lifetimes in a glance,

A silent song, a fleeting dance.

Through every lens, we seek to find

The soul of living, raw, unlined.

Not posed, not planned, just pure and true—

The life that whispers, “I see you.”