The Architecture of Breath
In the quiet hours of a winter morning, I often watch the steam rise from a porcelain cup. It is a ghost of the water, a sudden, frantic liberation from the heat. We spend so much of our lives trying to pin things down—to name them, to categorize…
The Geometry of Sustenance
In the quiet hours before the world fully wakes, there is a specific rhythm to the act of providing. We often think of labor as a heavy, linear thing—a push from point A to point B—but the oldest ways of gathering are circular. Think of…
Nha Trang Monk by Thomas Jeppesen
Photographed this old lady in a pagoda in Nha Trang, Vietnam. Most people present at this pagoda were busy trying to get money from foreigners. It was quite disturbing and hardly what one would expect from a buddhist pagoda. This woman was one…