
Firewood Mountain
A mountain of split logs becomes a memory map—each piece familiar, each one carrying the quiet story of a season’s labor and warmth.

Time in a Bottle
A moment you can’t hold. A wish you can’t quite let go.

A mountain of split logs becomes a memory map—each piece familiar, each one carrying the quiet story of a season’s labor and warmth.

A moment you can’t hold. A wish you can’t quite let go.