The Roughness of Morning
The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the feeling of coarse bark against my palms. I remember the way the air tasted—sharp, metallic, and thick with the scent of dew-heavy leaves—before the sun had fully climbed the horizon.…
Deep into the Core by Joaquín Alonso Arellano Ramírez
I love this flowers and the different color patterns that have, I had few days of acquiring my macro lens and I knew where I could find these flowers to see the result could be obtained with the lens, which surprised me immediately! By the way,…
The Weight of a Glance
We spend our lives learning to speak, yet the most important things are those we choose to withhold. There is a specific gravity in a gaze that refuses to settle. It is not fear, exactly. It is a boundary. A way of saying that the inner world…