The little things feel familiar but new, as if I’d noticed them once before, a very long time ago, and then forgot. 

A story about an atom cycling its way through many forms.

Photographs break our evolutionary convention of time, they transform a single moment into a perpetual state of being.

A warm spring breeze drifted over the paddies, and I could smell the earth, the nearby salt water, the growing crops.

What if helping a stranger put my family at risk? What if he got sick because of me?