Sunset over Lago Arenal by John PeltierWhere the Earth Breathes
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the way we try to hold onto things that are meant to move. We stand on the edge of something vast and we want to pin it down, to keep the light from shifting or the water from turning cold. But the world…
The Geometry of Standing Still
There is a specific kind of patience required to exist in a city that is constantly rushing toward its own horizon. I often think of the corners in Lisbon or the transit hubs in London where people pause, suspended between the place they have…
The Architecture of a Wingbeat
I often think that the city is a noisy, heavy thing, built of stone and iron and the relentless hum of traffic. We move through these grids convinced that we are the only ones living here, ignoring the small, frantic lives that occupy the margins.…