The Echo of the Crossing
We often move through the world as if we are the only ones walking, forgetting that we are constantly mirrored by the lives of those we pass. There is a quiet rhythm to the crowd, a collective pulse that beats beneath the rush of footsteps…
The Weight of a Crumb
I keep a small, silver tin in the back of my kitchen drawer that smells faintly of dried oregano and dust. Inside, there is nothing but a few loose crumbs from a loaf of bread baked by my grandmother decades ago. It seems foolish to hold onto…
Mongolian Horseman by Shirren Lim
This photography was taken in East Taiga, Mongolia on our way down from Reindeer land. We made a pit-stop to pick up some of the villagers who wanted to hitch a ride to town in our van. We met this Mongolian horseman then. He was kind enough…