The Salt of the Earth
The smell of damp soil always brings me back to the first time I pressed my palms into a garden bed. It is a heavy, metallic scent, like iron and rain, that clings to the skin long after the work is done. I remember the grit of the earth beneath…
The Weight of Verticality
Cities are rarely built for the people who walk through them; they are built for the capital that flows beneath them. When we look at the skyline, we are reading a ledger of power. The taller the structure, the more it asserts a claim over…
Coconut Trees by Siew Bee Lim
One morning in October I went to the beach park to photograph. Those two coconut trees were my subjects. I had planned to take them in black and white. The seaside water was cool with small waves. I recalled in old Taiwan movies, whenever there…