Beautiful Pain
Pain and beauty, are they dissimilar? Can pain ever be beautiful? I think it can. No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain. Its impressions are unmistakable. It can charm us from our mortal guise and remind us of the…
The Weight of Ink
We are taught that time is a river. It is not. Time is a stack of papers, folded and unfolded, passed from hand to hand until the edges fray. Each morning, the world is printed anew, a fresh layer of ink to cover the silence of the night. We…
Abstract in Puerto Montt by Cameron Cope
I spent a few days in and out of Puerto Montt as it is the home port of Agartha, aboard which I roamed the northern patagonian fjords with Carlos Lonza of Sailing Patagonia. In my spare time I managed to do a few photo-walks in town. Whilst…