
Deep Core by Joaquín Alonso Arellano Ramírez
Every time I leave my apartment, I step ahead of these flowers. Once I decided to take a picture that seemed unusual, the pistil is truly amazing, it was still early and the flower did not open completely, and for me its the right time to get…

The Ghost of Motion
We are taught that time is a line, a steady progression from one point to the next. We measure it in heartbeats, in the ticking of clocks, in the way the shadows stretch across the floorboards as the afternoon wanes. But there are moments when…
