Playground Pixie by Sean Lowcay
My son, Ethan is ball of compressed energy. That energy explodes out of him whenever he gets to a playground. Like most fast moving, boisterous, small boys he can be extremely difficult to get a good photo of. Over the years I have developed…
The Architecture of a Breath
We spend our lives moving through the world as if we are the only ones inhabiting it, heavy-footed and loud with our own intentions. Yet, there is a parallel existence unfolding just inches away, hidden in the architecture of the leaves and…
The Quiet Observer
I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a public park in Kolkata, watching a crow pick at a discarded crust of bread. An old man sat down beside me, his hands folded over a bamboo cane. He didn’t look at me, but he pointed his chin toward…