The Pace of Ink
There is a specific, cool dampness to old paper that clings to the fingertips, a scent of pressed wood and slow time. I remember the feeling of a rainy afternoon spent tracing the grain of a page, the way the ink felt slightly raised, like…
Happiness by Sébastien Beun
One year old and probably all the innocence of the world... Discovering all the things that make our world, what a joy and a chance to play in that small pool and splash some fresh water around at the end of a hot summer day! That particular…
Varanasi Flower Girls by Shikchit KhanalBrave Little Girl
The world is always a bitter place for girls. Every moment of every day it exploits and manipulates and buys and sells the souls of the girls. But there are some who makes their way through. Great people like Mother Teresa or Joan of Arc may…