My version of ‘The Flatiron’ by Sharad Patel
I thought today would be a perfect day to go on a photo walk. So took the camera, tripod, and was out to take some snow photos. Last year, at the same spot where I took this photo, I saw the same scene and in excitement, I screamed, "Oh! Look…
The Weight of Resting Wood
The sea is a patient creditor. It takes what it is owed, and in return, it leaves behind the debris of our survival. We build vessels to defy the horizon, painting them in colors that scream against the grey, hoping to be seen, hoping to be…
The Weight of a Wish
The smell of damp concrete after a summer rain always brings me back to the feeling of letting go. It is a heavy, humid scent that clings to the skin, much like the way we hold onto our own intentions before we finally release them into the…