“Skyline To” – Frank Ocean : To me, this song is the purest expression of nostalgia and fleeting memory. It captures what it means to grow up - how things shift, fade, or take new form. But Skyline To also reminds us that even as the years move, some part of us stays rooted. Something deeper, that will remain untouched by time.
The first photos I ever took were during a slushy spring sunset in 2020. I was 15, hiking up Seymour with a digi cam my mom gave me. Quiet, unsure, surrounded by older, “cooler” kids. Half a decade later, it feels like everything’s changed — I shoot on bigger cameras now, I’m 20, I miss my mom. And still, nothing’s really changed.
Last month, shooting for Red Bull, it hit me again. Slush. Sunset. Cool kids. Still behind the lens, still small and quiet — almost lost on Mammoth the way I once was on Seymour. Wondering how I even got here.
Even living what feels like a new life, that same feeling lingers. Vague but vivid. Our soul will remain pure to ourselves no matter the effect time brings.
To me,
That’s what Skyline To is. A memory that slips through your fingers — passing, weightless — but returns when you least expect it. It’s not just about time passing. It’s about how time bends. How moments fold into each other. Based off our soul. How the past still breathes in the present ; even if The people fade, the details blur, our soul will keep us grounded.
The first photos I ever took were during a slushy spring sunset in 2020. I was 15, hiking up Seymour with a digi cam my mom gave me. Quiet, unsure, surrounded by older, “cooler” kids. Half a decade later, it feels like everything’s changed — I shoot on bigger cameras now, I’m 20, I miss my mom. And still, nothing’s really changed.
Last month, shooting for Red Bull, it hit me again. Slush. Sunset. Cool kids. Still behind the lens, still small and quiet — almost lost on Mammoth the way I once was on Seymour. Wondering how I even got here.
Even living what feels like a new life, that same feeling lingers. Vague but vivid. Our soul will remain pure to ourselves no matter the effect time brings.
To me,
That’s what Skyline To is. A memory that slips through your fingers — passing, weightless — but returns when you least expect it. It’s not just about time passing. It’s about how time bends. How moments fold into each other. Based off our soul. How the past still breathes in the present ; even if The people fade, the details blur, our soul will keep us grounded.
