(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Pulse of the City
I stood on the corner of 5th Street this evening, waiting for the bus that was already ten minutes late. The rain had just stopped, leaving the asphalt slick and dark. As the cars rushed past, their headlights smeared into long, glowing streaks…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Currency of a Smile
I was sitting at a roadside stall in a small town outside of Pune, nursing a cup of milky, spiced tea that was far too hot to drink. A young girl, no older than seven, was playing with a discarded plastic bottle near the dust of the road. She…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Sweetness of Routine
I bought a popsicle from the corner store today, just because it was hot and the freezer hummed a familiar, rattling tune. The man behind the counter didn't look up from his newspaper, but he knew exactly which one I wanted before I even pointed.…