This is my room. I have lived with it longer than I can remember. I watched the walls collect pictures, the floor soften under my steps, and the light grow warmer as I grew older. I photograph this space because it knows me my mornings, my silences, my prayers, and my rest. Every object has been touched, every frame chosen slowly. Through this room, I tell my story: a life lived quietly, surrounded by memory, warmth, and time.
