There are images I’ve never shown anyone.

Not because they weren’t good. Not because the lighting was off or the focus missed. But because they weren’t meant for the world. They were meant for the person in them.

The Age of Constant Sharing

We live in a time where the moment something is made, it’s uploaded. You take the photo. You edit it. You post it, It becomes part of your feed, your brand, your proof that you’re working.

But in that rush to be seen, something gets lost. The sacredness of the moment. The quiet honesty between a subject and a lens.

Some moments aren’t meant to be content, They’re meant to be held — like a letter never sent, or a song never performed.

Some Images Are Too Real for the Internet

I remember a portrait I took of a woman in her 60s. She didn’t smile, She didn’t pose. She just looked into the lens — like she was finally letting herself be seen, no performance.

It wasn’t glamorous, It wouldn’t rack up likes, But it was true, She cried when she saw it.

Not because it was perfect — but because it wasn’t. That image never made it to my Instagram, It’s not on my website But it’s the kind of image I live to take.

We Need to Reclaim the Personal in Photography

Not every photo needs to build a following, Some are meant to build connection. With yourself. With the subject.

With something deeper than a comment section. If everything is made to be seen, then nothing is sacred.

Create Work That Feels Like a Secret

Some of your best images shouldn’t have captions. Or hashtags. Or reels built around them. They should live in a folder titled “For Me.”

Or be sent to just one person. Or be printed and framed for someone’s wall — not their feed. Because the deepest form of value isn’t viral, It’s intimate.

The Soul Doesn’t Perform — It Reveals

And if you’re a photographer, you’re not just making images. You’re making moments, And not all moments should be monetized, Or “branded. ”Or even shared.

Some should just be remembered Quietly, Honestly Like a secret between you and the light.