The Architecture of Waiting
In the quiet hours of the morning, before the kettle whistles or the house begins its daily creak, there is a stillness that feels almost heavy. It is the weight of anticipation. We spend so much of our lives in a state of becoming—waiting…
The Weight of Stillness
The smell of damp earth after a sudden monsoon rain always brings me back to the feeling of being small. It is a heavy, sweet scent that clings to the back of the throat, thick with the promise of growth and the ache of waiting. I remember…
Who’s that …? by Ryszard Wierzbicki
I took this picture while visiting a small village on the other side of Mekong river. Together with my local guide Anong, we visited a local primary school of 80-100 kids and make a small donation of basic school tools. It was a great chance…