The Architecture of Silence
To stand at a great height is to realize that the earth has a language of its own, spoken in the slow, grinding patience of stone. We spend our lives building walls, measuring our days in the ticking of clocks and the frantic pulse of the city,…
Rocks at the Gate, by Joe AzureRocks at the Gate by Joe Azure
These rocks along the southern entrance of the Golden Gate take a beating by the ocean. They have been eroded into fantastic shapes and textures. This specific spot is located between two "clothing optional" beaches, but the people who frequent…
The Pulse Beneath the Skin
The smell of damp earth after a heavy rain always brings me back to the garden of my childhood, where the soil felt like cool, dark velvet against my bare heels. I remember pressing my palm against the underside of a broad leaf, feeling the…