The Weight of Scent
We carry our histories in the air. A sudden sharpness, a trace of resin or dried flower, and the mind is pulled backward, unbidden, to a room we thought we had left behind. Memory is not a map; it is a vapor. It clings to the skin and the fabric…
Sondha Prodeep by Shahnaz ParvinThe Weight of the Soil
In the quiet corners of a garden, there is a specific rhythm to the way hands meet the earth. It is not merely labor; it is a conversation between the skin and the ancient, cooling grit of the world. We often forget that we are made of the…
Pink Blur by Pavithra Ramasubramanian
Although these flowers where not the center of attention in this flower field, these tiny flowers made a beautiful bed in variety of colors. I shot this with a very low aperture to get a beautiful blur that i feel makes you spin in a dream.
Award…