The Struthious Syndrome by Siddhant Chauhan
While cruising through San Diego water world, i spotted this bunch of ducks cruising in the water like ballerina dancers. It took me a lot of patience to wait for the right moment to capture their synchronized motion but i finally succeeded…
The Weight of Winter
The smell of dry bark always brings me back to the shed behind my childhood home. It was a sharp, woody scent that clung to the wool of my sweaters, a smell that felt like safety and cold air combined. I remember the rough, splintered texture…
The Breath of Stone
The air at that height tastes of nothing and everything all at once. It is thin, sharp, and metallic, like licking a cold iron spoon left out in the frost. When you breathe it in, it doesn't just fill your lungs; it scrapes against the back…