The Geometry of Morning Light
There is a market stall in La Paz where the fruit is stacked with the precision of a clockmaker’s workshop. I often find myself lingering there, not to buy, but to watch how the morning sun catches the edges of things. We spend our lives…
Fishing for A Living by Karthick SaravananThe Weight of the Daily
Epictetus once remarked that no man is free who is not master of himself. He spoke of the internal discipline required to meet the demands of one's station, regardless of whether that station is found in a palace or upon a rugged shore. We…
Weeds in the Grass by Leanne LindsayThe Persistence of the Small
There is a specific, thin quality to the light in late summer, just before the heat begins to bruise the edges of the afternoon. It is a pale, clarifying light that does not hide the imperfections of the earth, but rather insists upon them.…