November 15, 2011 The Architecture of Breath The smell of damp earth after a heavy rain is a heavy, velvet thing. It clings to the back of the throat,... Read Article →
November 15, 2011 The Unbroken Thread Time is not a straight line, though we often draw it that way. It is more like a river that folds back... Read Article →
November 15, 2011 Sunset from My Window by Cláudia Vieira Every day I watched the sunsets on the marsh across the road from us in Wimborne Minster, Dorset, UK. Occasionally, I captured... Read Article →