February 8, 2011
The Dust of Gold
The smell of crushed stems always brings me back to the damp earth of a late afternoon. It is a sharp, green...
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Reflections
February 7, 2011
The Weight of the Surface
We are taught to look for depth. We are told that the truth lies beneath the skin, under the ice, or deep...
February 7, 2011
The Architecture of Echoes
In the quiet corners of old museums, one often finds replicas of things that no longer exist in their original form. We...