The Breath of Frozen Time
Winter is a patient architect, building cathedrals out of silence and holding the world in a suspended exhale. We often mistake stillness for an ending, yet beneath the brittle surface of the cold, there is a pulse that refuses to be silenced.…
El Tren by Ana Sylvia Encinas
Driving back from Cd. Obregón, in Sonora, northwest of México, I saw this train coming and thought it was a very nice sight. Got out of the car, approached the rails and shot. The train was very near to the sea. Empalme, México is mostly…
The Weight of Stillness
The smell of dry earth after a long drought is a heavy, metallic scent that clings to the back of the throat. It is the smell of waiting. I remember lying on a sun-baked stone wall as a child, pressing my cheek against the rough, heat-soaked…