Echoes in the Stone
I walked past the old library downtown this morning, the one with the heavy brass doors that always stick. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for years, yet I found myself stopping to look at the way the morning sun hit the cornices, turning…
(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of Empty Hands
In the nineteenth century, naturalists often spoke of the 'economy of nature,' a tidy, ledger-like view of the world where every creature possessed exactly what it required to survive. It was a comforting thought, suggesting that scarcity was…
The Currency of Laughter
In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still and the dust motes dance in the slivers of light, I often think about the things we collect. We hoard objects, titles, and anxieties, building walls of heavy, tangible things to prove…