The Weight of Small Hands
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose shelf in the kitchen. My hands were clumsy, and I kept dropping the screws, feeling frustrated that I couldn't get the wood to sit flush. Then my neighbor’s young son wandered over, offering to hold…
Fire Control by Chris Horner
This was taken during a stroll through the city one Sunday morning as the early morning sun was hitting the building. I loved the contrast that this scene presented, and it especially comes out when viewed in black and white. It's the water…
The Architecture of Silence
In the quietest hours of the morning, before the kettle whistles or the neighbors stir, the house feels like a vessel. It is a container for the things we do not say, a collection of corners where the light settles with a heavy, deliberate…