The Weight of the Ember
There is a rhythm to the fire that has nothing to do with time. It is a slow, circular labor. The hands move, the grain shifts, and the heat does its work in silence. We often forget that the things we consume—the warmth, the sustenance,…
Boynton Canyon Storms, by Steve HirschBoynton Canyon Storms by Steve Hirsch
I set out on a morning hike in a storm with camera backpack in tow to try and capture the essence of the red rocks in Sedona Arizona. The storms clouds were strengthening but the colors were becoming more and more vibrant. I set up for this…
Lake Oggiono, by Luca RenoldiThe Weight of Still Water
In the early days of cartography, mapmakers often filled the empty spaces of the oceans with drawings of sea monsters or intricate compass roses. They were terrified of the blankness, of the idea that a place might exist without a name or a…