The Weight of Stone
In the quiet corners of old cities, stone behaves differently than it does in our modern, hurried lives. We treat building materials as temporary skins, things to be replaced when the fashion shifts or the paint peels. But there is a different…
The Breath of High Places
The air at that altitude has a metallic tang, like licking a cold iron gate in the dead of winter. It is thin, sharp, and bites at the back of your throat, demanding that you notice every inhale. My lungs remember the struggle of it—the way…
Through the Magic Lens
Sometimes I think, can we fulfill all our dreams and desires within our alloted time that we call life? Is it humanly possible to satisfy infinite passions of our finite hearts? What if I say Oh Yes! Just have a look at the photograph below.…