Autumn Colors of Grand Canyon by Sergiy Kadulin
While visiting Grand Canyon in Arizona for the first time in my life in October 2012, we decided to take helicopter flight over the canyon. The photograph was taken from the helicopter, pointed to the eastern edge of the canyon. It was early…
The Weight of Dust
In the quiet corners of an old house, time does not move in a straight line. It settles. It gathers in the creases of a tablecloth or the hollow of a ceramic bowl, turning the air thick with the residue of things once held. We often think of…
The Weight of the Unseen
If every breath is a decree, does the stone remember the hand that carved it, or does it only remember the silence that followed? We often mistake the permanence of matter for the permanence of purpose. We walk through ancient corridors, tracing…