Reflections

March 13, 2015

In the markets of my childhood, there was a specific rhythm to the harvest. It was never just about the sustenance; it...

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March 13, 2015

Time is not a line. It is a slow, patient grinding. We look at the stone and see permanence, but the stone...

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March 11, 2015

There is a rhythm to the land that only reveals itself when we stop our own internal noise. We often move through...

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