There is something simple and enduring about the American West that has always drawn me in. The openness of the land, the slower rhythm of life, and the work it takes to live within it.
The quiet relationship between people, animals, and the seasons. In places like this, life feels slightly apart from the noise and pace of modern America. Not disconnected, just measured differently.
This image holds onto one of those passing moments: a rider moving through a bitterly cold, snow-covered valley beneath the afternoon moon.
Camera: Leica M6
Film: Portra 400
Location: Steamboat Springs, Colorado, 2025
