The Distance of Light
We are drawn to the glow. It is a primitive instinct, perhaps, to look toward the fire when the night turns cold and the horizon dissolves into nothingness. From a distance, a city is not a place of people or noise. It is merely a collection…
Inquisitive Look by Paige McInnes
Taken on Luxor's west bank, the baby girl looks inquisitively at me and my camera. It's possibly the first time she has seen such a pale complexion and high-tech equipment. She is surrounded by dirt and dilapidated buildings - a place rarely…
The Weight of Stillness
There is a particular kind of waiting that happens in the cold. It is not the waiting for a train or a letter. It is a suspension of the self. You become a stone, a reed, a shadow against the bank. The world moves around you, indifferent to…