The Salt on the Skin
The smell of wet sand always brings me back to the feeling of grit between my toes, a coarse, grounding reminder of the earth beneath me. It is a sharp, briny scent that clings to the back of the throat, tasting faintly of iodine and ancient…
Enjoyment of Freedom by Saumalya Ghosh
This shot was taken in front of Albert Hall museum at Jaipur, India. Thousands of pigeons were enjoying freedom in a bright sunny day in front of the museum.
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The Weight of the Tide
We carry our histories in the marrow. It is a slow accumulation, like silt settling at the mouth of a river, layer upon layer, until the original bed is forgotten. We think we are moving forward, but we are merely drifting with the current,…