Not every photograph fits neatly into a story. Some stand alone—not because they don’t belong, but because they hold something complete within themselves.

This gallery is a gathering of those moments. A boy waiting out the rain. The flicker of blue lights after a crash. The raw grit of a high school football game under Friday night lights. A storm rolling in, then rolling on. These images come from many places—assignments that asked for clarity, but offered something unexpected: feeling, texture, stillness, tension.

They span sports, storms, breaking news, and everyday life. They weren’t chosen to match each other, only to mean something on their own. Some were taken in a hurry, others in quiet observation. What unites them is not the subject, but a pull—something in the frame that asked me to keep looking.

I return to these photos when I want to remember not just the facts of a place, but the pulse beneath it. They are fragments, but not lost. Disconnected, but not without direction.

This is where I keep the moments that lingered.