The Scent of Graphite
The smell of a freshly sharpened pencil is the smell of a promise. It is cedar shavings and sharp, metallic dust, a scent that clings to the fingertips long after the work is done. I remember the grit of lead against paper, the way the page…
The Fallen One by Miroslav Kolesar
The Fallen One - Edge between tough and fragile, ugly and beautiful, a split second and eternity. Or you can just see a dead leaf on a rusty rail ...the choice is yours. This picture was taken September 9, 2010 in Slavosovce, Slovakia.
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The Salt on the Skin
The air in the north has a specific bite, a metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat like cold iron. I remember the feeling of wind-chapped skin, the way the salt crusts over your knuckles until they feel stiff, like parchment paper…