I’m posting one photo a day for a year. No fanfare, no gimmicks—just a daily ritual, part discipline, part therapy—to keep sharp, stay curious, and catch the strange poetry hiding in ordinary moments. No theme. No roadmap. Just a camera, a gut feeling, and the need to make something real.

When the year wraps, I’ll sift through the noise and pull together about a hundred favorites. The goal? A zine. A photo book with a pulse—raw, personal, maybe a little rough around the edges—but honest. Something to look back on, a way to mark the year in images. Maybe even something worth sharing with anyone curious enough to want a copy.

If that sounds like your kind of detour—jam, bag, or whatever the hell your generation calls it—tap the Instagram icon up top and come along for the ride. No map, no plan, just the road ahead and whatever we find.