Cazuela by Luis San Martin
"Cazuela" was taken in the afternoon in October 30th 2011. My wife Elizabeth and I had traveled to Ecuador, my country of origin to visit family and friends and relax at the beach in Playas one of the many beautiful towns populating the coast…
The Weight of Stillness
The air before a storm has a metallic tang, a sharp, electric prickle that settles against the back of the throat. It is the feeling of a held breath, the moment when the muscles in your calves tighten, waiting for the signal to run or to crouch.…
The Weight of Familiarity
We often mistake the repetition of a thing for its exhaustion. We walk past the same stone walls, the same iron gates, the same silhouettes etched against the sky, and we tell ourselves we have seen them enough. But familiarity is a thin veil,…