This year; the very essence of who we are,was wiped away, a new normal in its place.adapting, struggling, suffocating,all confined, a…
She sat waiting. Her eyes darted back and forth, from her phone to the path he would enter on, back to her phone. This…
We walk among the many, alone in our thoughts. We struggle to breath in a city filled with so many. Each step is an ache in my…
Photography is the inventory of mortality.
