The Quiet Center
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, but I ended up just sitting on the floor with a dusty volume of poetry I hadn't opened in years. It is funny how we spend so much energy trying to tidy up the edges of our lives, rearranging…
Morning Fog by Chris Horner
There's nothing strange about fog in San Francisco, but on this day it gives an especially eerie feeling to the famous Golden Gate bridge. Shooting from an isolated location gives a feel of being out in the middle of nowhere, rather than in…
The Weight of Stillness
The air before a storm has a specific, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat, like the taste of a copper coin held under the tongue. It is a heavy, expectant silence, the kind that makes the fine hairs on your forearms stand up,…