The Weight of Unwritten Days
There is a specific gravity to the beginning of things. Before the maps are drawn, before the paths are worn smooth by the repetition of feet, there is only the raw, unshaped potential of the morning. We look at the young and we see a mirror,…
Sunflower Sunset by Mike Dooley
A gigantic field of sunflowers in Connecticut served as a great foreground for a sunset photograph. Beautiful clouds and colors in the sky, combined with the warm tones in the flowers made for a beautiful scene. A wide angle lens and a tripod…
The Weight of Water
In the quiet hours, when the city finally exhales, there is a peculiar gravity to the water. It does not merely flow; it holds. We often think of rivers as lines of transit, a way to get from one shore to another, but if you sit long enough…