(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of the Petal
There is a specific silence that follows a heavy rain, the kind that settles into the soil and turns the air into something you can almost taste. I remember the garden behind my childhood home, specifically the way the zinnias would bow their…
The Silence of Heights
Seneca once remarked that we are often more afraid than hurt, and that we suffer more in imagination than in reality. He understood that the human mind, left to its own devices, tends to populate the unknown with monsters of its own making.…
The Breath of Thin Air
The air at high altitudes has a specific, metallic bite. It tastes of nothing and everything all at once—a sharp, cold needle that pricks the back of the throat before settling into the lungs like crushed ice. I remember the sensation of…