Waiting Ghosts
There was the memory, the reflection, and the absorption. All in one. The rocks looked at me, and I saw my own breath feeding the life that lived in their small niches.A disruption in time, a discrepancy between two worlds touching for an undefined period.I thought I...
A gentle thought
When the gentle thought touches you,Be quick to respond—welcome her in.Feel the warm tingling in your hands,And hope she will stay for a while. Her first visit may be brief,But as you grow to know her better,She will linger longer Don’t be afraid of her...
The reminiscence of a bullet.
A lot of things wait and ripen for years in my studio before I have the courage to use them in a setting for a photo shoot. Some objects are difficult. They look, at first glance, obvious. Too obvious. Like a Coca-Cola can, a doll, or a bullet. They are just that, and...