Chasing the Unseen
I spent twenty minutes this morning trying to catch a stray cat that had wandered into my garden. It was a blur of fur and nerves, darting behind the hydrangeas every time I took a step. I kept trying to predict where it would go next, but…
(c) Light & CompositionThe Faces We Borrow
Why do we feel the need to carry miniature versions of ourselves into the world? We are all, in a sense, collections of small, static identities—masks we wear to navigate the vastness of a life that refuses to stand still. We hang these symbols…
(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of Hunger
We eat to fill the silence inside us. It is a ritual of necessity, a brief pause in the long, cold work of existing. We stack layers of sustenance, one upon the other, trying to build something that feels like home, or at least like comfort.…