The Weight of Stone
Time does not pass in the ruins. It settles. It accumulates like dust in the crevices of granite, turning the sharp edges of history into something soft, something that can be touched without drawing blood. We build monuments to outlast ourselves,…
The Bountiful Land by Shahnaz ParvinThe Pulse of the Soil
The smell of damp earth after a long drought is a heavy, sweet perfume that clings to the back of the throat. It is the scent of waking up. When I press my palms into cool, loose dirt, I feel the grit beneath my fingernails—a sharp, grounding…
Thika Kenya by Masja Stolk
This photo was taken in a school for children who lives in the slums of Thika, 1.5 hour drive from Nairobi. I was here with an NGO (macheo.org) that is a foundation operating children home for 56 children, income generating projects and an education…