Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, ME
Hike
Gym
Forest
I spend a lot of time at The Ave gym, a place I go repeatedly, almost religiously, where routine turns into ritual. The rows of weights, motivation from friends, and the taste of pre-workout all build into a setting where discipline feels tangible. The gym doesn’t just shape my body; it reshapes how I handle stress and structure in my life.
I also included Bar Harbor, a place that couldn’t be more different from the gym’s fluorescent lights. Hiking there means trading repetition for unpredictability. The trails twist and open up into sudden views of ocean or forest. One trail I walked opened into a clearing where the light hit just right, making me stop and take it in. These hikes matter to me because they offer perspective. The gym makes me think about progress one rep at a time, but Bar Harbor reminds me of the cliffs, water, and trees that have stood for hundreds of years.
The images I chose move between those two spaces. One focused on control and consistency, the other on openness and reflection. Together, they show the balance I try to keep between pushing forward and stepping back.
