The Weight of Standing
To stand alone is not a choice, but a condition of the landscape. In the north, trees do not grow tall by reaching for the sun; they grow by enduring the weight of the frost. They learn to hold their breath for months at a time, waiting for…
Stonehenge, facing warm sunlight by Ana Sylvia Encinas
During our first trip to England, my husband and I were amazed at the sight an atmosphere of Stonehenge. Knowing the story around it, made the place so interesting and magical. I shot this while being there as a part of a tour from London. The…
Iron Cold and Hum
The taste of the city at night is always metallic, like a copper coin pressed against the tongue. It is the smell of ozone and damp concrete, a scent that clings to the back of the throat long after the sun has retreated. When I walk through…