I keep thinking about the other journey as the one you don't photograph on purpose but recognize later when you look back at what you actually caught. The moments that mattered turned out to be adjacent to the ones you thought you were there for.

That title holds so much more than two words. I keep coming back to the idea of a journey that runs parallel to the one we think we're on, the version nobody planned and we only notice later. The way you frame quiet observation as its own form of relationship makes me think about what I miss when I'm too fixed on getting something right, trying to control the moment instead of letting it show me what's already there.