When the Leaves Start to Fall by Zahraa Al Hassani
I stopped by a fence where these autumn foliage was falling over. The orange-green mixture of these leaves was tempting me to pull over and take few rapid shots. This was taken in a family trip, when my best friend and I were going to one of…
The Weight of Transit
We are always between places. The street is a thin line drawn between where we have been and where we are expected to arrive. We carry our lives in folders, in bags, in the set of our shoulders. It is a heavy thing, this expectation of being…
The Weight of Being Small
There is a particular gravity to childhood that we often mistake for lightness. We watch them move through the world, these small, unformed creatures, and we assume they are merely passing through the surface of things. Yet, if you watch closely,…