Places That Found Me began with the experience of entering a place without expectation and leaving changed. The photographs are not about destinations or discovery in the romantic sense, but about being marked - by rooms, streets, landscapes, strangers, and in-between spaces that quietly altered how I saw myself or the world around me. The work is less concerned with where I went, than with what happens when photographs are made in moments of existential arrival rather than creative intention.

Many of the places resisted being forgotten. They worked slowly, reshaping memory, mood, and attention after I had already moved on. I am interested in how a place operates as an active participant - how it witnesses, absorbs, and permeates our inner-self. In this work, the camera becomes a way of listening rather than asserting, allowing the lesson to reveal itself on its own terms.

Sequenced as a book, the photographs function less as individual statements and more as a collective memory, reflecting the way change actually occurs: incrementally and without announcement. There is no clear beginning or destination, only accumulation. The images unfold like recollections rather than records, inviting the viewer to move through them the way one revisits a memory—out of order, partially, sometimes without clarity, often without narrative closure, and emotionally rather than geographically.

Places That Found Me suggests that experience is not formed solely by where we choose to go, but by what holds us when we are open to being affected. About the rare and disarming feeling that a place has recognized you before you have recognized that you stayed long enough to be changed. These photographs stand as evidence of those encounters—where visiting became a form of being met, and where leaving did not mean the experience was over.