The Weight of Bread
We spend our lives waiting for the grand event, the sudden shift in the wind that promises meaning. We look for it in the horizon, in the noise of cities, in the accumulation of things we do not need. But meaning is rarely a loud guest. It…
Lily Drops by Anubhav Jain
A canceled flight led my wife and I to spend a day exploring Atlanta. We found a fantastical botanical garden that was very photogenic after a recent rainfall. Here, I focused my camera on droplets of water that had collected on some lily pads.…
Intrigue! by Ruben AlexanderThe Velvet Pulse
The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the first rain of the season, that sharp, metallic scent that rises from the soil like a long-held breath finally released. I remember the feeling of cool, heavy droplets against my skin, the…