The Strangers We Frame (and Miss)

I spent a Saturday at Bell Rock, camera ready, waiting for a couple I’d never met. The plan was simple: capture their engagement, make a memory for someone else. But they never showed. Instead, I watched other pairs pass by—some laughing, some silent, all tangled in their own stories. I realized I was there to witness love, but not to feel it. There’s a weird ache in preparing to document someone else’s joy while standing alone in the red dust, holding a lens that only ever points outward. Sometimes, the only thing lonelier than missing someone is being the one who waits to catch their moment—and leaves with nothing but empty frames. #Travel #TravelConfessions #MissedConnections