The Weight of Glass
We build towers to touch the sky, yet we only succeed in creating taller mirrors. In the desert, the night is supposed to be absolute, a vast and hollow silence. Instead, we fill it with artificial constellations, stacking light upon light…
The Art of Lingering
I spent twenty minutes in the garden this morning, just watching a single bumblebee work its way through the lavender. I had a list of things to do—emails to send, laundry to fold—but the way it moved was so deliberate, so entirely focused…
Colors of London by Dimitrios Zavos
It was a cold and very wet mid-spring night in London when, against my best judgement, I decided to head out to test a new lens I had just added to my inventory. Boys with toys, hey... After getting soaked for a number of hours waiting for the…