Ruins of LightStone, Silence, and Light

There are places where time feels different — slower, deeper, almost unmeasurable. Chaco Canyon in New Mexico is one of those places. Walking among the ruins there, you can feel the presence of centuries layered into the stone. What’s left of the walls still holds a kind of quiet power, shaped by wind, weather, and light.

The stillness drew me to the canyon — the way a wall throws its shadow across the ground, or how evening light settles into the cracks of stone. Black and white was the only way for me to capture that weight. Without color, what remains is form, texture, and memory.

These photographs have grown into a project I’ve called Ruins of Light. It isn’t a catalog of places so much as a meditation — an attempt to show how light and silence live in stone. The book gathers over 20 images, printed with the care and quality I felt this place deserves.

I don’t see it as something to be flipped through once and set aside. My hope is that it works more like the ruins themselves: something you return to, quietly, when you want to sit with a deeper kind of time.

If you’d like a glimpse, I’ve shared a preview here.