The Sticky Residue of Joy
The smell of vanilla always brings me back to the kitchen floor, sitting cross-legged on cool linoleum while the oven hummed its low, rhythmic song. It is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, thick and sweet, like the memory of sugar…
The Ripple of Memory
The smell of rain on hot stone always brings me back to the damp wool of my childhood sweaters. It is a heavy, clinging scent, like earth trying to hold onto the sky. When I close my eyes, I can feel the texture of that moisture against my…
Still Some Hope Remains by Prasanta Singha
This shot was taken at Agradweep, a village of West Bengal, India. It is famous all over India for their extra ordinary wooden models of owls, king, queen and local devotees. I found these old man was siting and creating some art works. This…