The Architecture of Waiting
We spend so much of our lives in the threshold, that quiet, suspended space between the breath we take and the one we release. It is in the waiting that we are most ourselves—unadorned, stripped of the noise of the day, our attention tethered…
Fishermen by Joe Azure
This pier is located at the "Warming Hut" in San Francisco's Park Presidio. When I get there in the mornings, no matter how early it is, there are usually fisherman already (or still) casting their lines and pots. In this image, I utilized a…
The Breath of Stone
The air at high altitude tastes of nothing—it is thin, sharp, and metallic, like licking a cold iron railing in the dead of winter. It strips the tongue of flavor and leaves the lungs feeling raw, as if you have swallowed a handful of dry,…