The City I Belong to…
In my city of dreams, I still live in a concrete jungle. In these dreams, I still feel my heart beat for the city where was I born...the city where I live my fullest of dreams. I begin to leave these dreams…my heart feels claustrophobic. I…
A Dream Far Away
Have you ever given any thought on your reason for continuing the journey on this earth? Why do you actually live? Some live to eat, some eat to live....some live to dream and some dream to live. If you're one of the dreamers, then this photograph…
The Architecture of Letting Go
We spend our lives gathering, clutching at the hem of moments as if we could stitch them into a permanent coat. We hoard the summer heat, the names of old friends, the specific slant of light on a Tuesday afternoon. But there is a quiet, radical…