I still make stories the same way I did as a kid:
Through wide-eyes, boundless curiosity and an excitement for every frame.
Back then, the camera was imagined,
And yet, the world felt endless,
It always does looking through a viewfinder.
And although better tools and a wiser eye,
shaped by time and practice,
The same pulse remains:
To chase wonder before it fades,
To frame it before it slips away.
I still lean in with the same curiosity,
Carry the same smile that first found wonder.
I still create with all the heart I have,
And I still fall in love with what I do,
Every day.