The Weight of a Gaze
There is a specific coarseness to the fur behind a neck, a texture that feels like dry grass and ancient secrets when you press your palm into it. I remember the smell of damp earth clinging to a coat after a long run, a scent that speaks of…
The Architecture of Silence
We often mistake stillness for an ending, as if the world stops breathing the moment we turn our backs. But wood remembers the sun long after the roof has surrendered to the wind, and iron holds the memory of the forge even as it turns to rust.…
Weird Sky by Chris Horner
This is an untouched photo taken in Ann Arbor, Michigan USA of strange storm clouds brewing. It was one of the craziest skies that I've ever seen and had to hurry inside to grab my camera and capture this. There was a brief hole in the cloud…