STILL A SWAY TO THE FINAL ANCHOR

  Sea claims what man can no longer cradle but time’s tales can be freed from nasty nets when the wreck is beyond want, when the cable has been cut and we come to the call of the current. Rough becomes rust becomes wrecked becomes ruin, might becomes memory. Day is done but night unfolds […]

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SECRETS ON THE STAIRS

Where turrets twist light leaps around steps long since merged with the marks, caressed into carpets made bare by the burdens they now bare, secrets stored in stairs that turn ever onwards, ever upwards, always reaching for the rest of the story never truly told in the light still leaping. All Words and Photographs by […]

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