Breeze by Jose Juniel Rivera-Negron
I remember that day, I was on my way to the city I pulled over to see the view, could see the high buildings from where I parked. It was a hot and beautiful day, I remember that nice breeze on my face. My aim was to shoot the buildings, but the grass and flowers was in my way so I focus on the grass to see.
Varanasi Flower Girls by Shikchit KhanalThe Weight of Petals
Morning arrives in layers. First, the gray. Then, the slow gold of the river. We carry things into the day, heavy with expectation, yet the hands remain open.
To hold a flower is to hold a brief promise. It does not ask for permanence.…
A Newfound Village by Shikchit KhanalThe Quietude of Distance
Seneca once remarked that travel cannot make us better if we carry our own restless minds with us, yet he also acknowledged that a change of scenery can act as a mirror to the soul. We often seek the remote, the hidden, and the inaccessible,…