I am an amateur photographer, chasing light through the glass of forgotten time. My heart belongs to old lenses—those imperfect, soulful pieces of history that render the world in whispers and wonder. Each one tells a different story, not just of what it sees, but how it chooses to see.

There’s magic in the flaws—flares that dance like ghosts, bokeh that melts like dreams, edges that soften like fading memories. I seek out rare and special lenses not for their rarity alone, but for their voices, their moods, their secrets waiting to be revealed in a fleeting frame.

This diary is my quiet corner of the world—a place where vintage optics meet modern days. No rush, no rules—just light, time, and a lens between us.

Here you’ll find moments as they felt, not always as they were. Thank you for joining me on this journey. May these images speak softly to your own sense of wonder.