No Fixed Point drifts between places—open roads, distant horizons, quiet landscapes where time seems to stretch and blur. This collection is grounded in motion, yet never anchored. There’s no destination, no final frame—just the feeling of passing through, of watching the world unfold from the edges.
These images hold a different kind of stillness. Less about silence, more about space. Sky and land. Light and distance. Traces of human presence fade into the background, leaving room to breathe, to wonder, to let go of where you’ve been.
This series is about dislocation in the best sense—wandering without needing a map. No Fixed Point reminds us that sometimes meaning isn’t found in arrival, but in the moments where we pause, suspended between here and somewhere else.

The Color of Erosion

Held by the Edge

When the Land Exhales

Where Light Broke First

Golden Hour Grace

Lake's Edge

Main Street Twilight

Silo Keeper

Split Second Mirror