The Weight of the Wild
The smell of crushed dry grass and damp earth clings to the back of my throat, a scent that speaks of ancient, heavy things. It is the smell of a storm that hasn't broken yet, a static tension that makes the fine hairs on my arms stand up in…
Lone Tree at Winter Sunset by Ronnie Glover
This image was taken around 4pm on a short winter day in Anchorage, Alaska. Temperatures were near zero as the sun had just set. The lone tree represented a peaceful resilience against the long winter and the colors of the sky provided a nice…
The Geography of Belonging
In the quiet corners of the map, where the ink fades into the blue of the ocean, there exists a different kind of time. It is not measured by the frantic ticking of a clock or the relentless accumulation of appointments, but by the rising of…