Golden Hour on Memory Lane
Lahaina Old Town, Maui. The streets glow. So does my little heart.
Haleakalā Summit, Maui. The light fades, the stars wake up, and a little duck quietly waits.
Maui, on the way to Hana. Some meetings don’t need language. Just quiet shade and curiosity.
At an open-air market in Maui. They’re using a giant bunch of bananas as a sign—love it!