Looking back at the photographs I took when I was young, I am struck by how aggressive, how raw my own gaze was. Now, each time I frame some inconsequential moment — an ordinary day, my new family — something in me quietly settles.

Through days that keep shifting, the self that wants to change and the self that does not are always quietly at odds. The old sharpness may have dulled. But what is held there is unmistakably my changing self, and the people who matter to me.

若い頃の写真を見返すたび、攻撃的で荒々しい眼差しに自分でも驚く。
いま、日常や新しい家族のささやかな瞬間を切り取るたびに、心は穏やかに整う。

移ろう日々の中で、変わりたい自分と変わりたくない自分が、いつも静かにせめぎ合う。
かつての鋭さは薄れたかもしれないが、変わりゆく私と大切な存在が、確かにそこに刻まれている。