Where the Earth Ends
If we were to walk until the ground beneath our feet simply refused to continue, would we find an ending, or merely a beginning we were not prepared to witness? We spend our lives tethered to the familiar, measuring our existence by the walls…
Life by David Anthonio
I took this photograph on 4/6/2016, while visiting a colleague at his home. Looking out across from his veranda at the field, I saw these birds in the tree.
Award Winner: Photo of the Day | July 05
Award Score: 61 (Value 11.5, Clarity 11.5,…
The Weight of Small Hands
I was folding laundry this morning when my youngest niece climbed onto the sofa, dragging her heavy, oversized blanket behind her. She didn't ask for help. She just sat there, wrapping her arms around her baby doll, patting its back with a…