Hmong Girl by Ryszard Wierzbicki
While climbing the mountain area with our jeep in the area of Sapa, Vietnam, we were passing by an accident of two cars at the bend of the curvy road. Nothing serious happened except some scratches of bumpers, but local Hmong people started…
The Quiet Giants
I was driving home late yesterday, passing through the fields on the edge of town. The sky was an impossible shade of bruised plum and deep orange, the kind of sunset that makes you pull over just to breathe for a second. I watched the tall,…
The Soft Arrival of Dusk
There is a specific grace in the way the day surrenders to the evening. It is not a sudden departure, but a slow, rhythmic folding of light into shadow. We often rush to turn on lamps, to chase away the encroaching dark, forgetting that this…