Day 9: III

Anger is the hot blistering fury that imbues your gut and rises to the surface like a volcano, pooling, barely contained under the skin. Anger is the shooting pain released as your fist makes contact with the wall and ricochets off the beam, knuckles grazed and throbbing. Anger is the gushing blood splattered on your … More Day 9: III

Snapshot: The Cariboo

Inspired by my travels, this mini-series will use the written word in lieu of visuals to capture what once was. III. A father and his children carefully tread their way amongst the dead autumn leaves, tall pines muffling their approach. Reaching a bluff, the father crouches down, forefinger pressed against his lips, signaling silence. The … More Snapshot: The Cariboo

Snapshot: Senegal

Inspired by my travels, this mini-series will use the written word in lieu of visuals to capture what once was. II. Under the sweltering African sun, two figures sit on cool shaded cement steps. In front of them, a shoddy clothing line dips as it bears the weight of its garments billowing in the sandy … More Snapshot: Senegal

Snapshot: Russia

Inspired by my travels, this mini-series will use the written word in lieu of visuals to capture what once was. I. Russia: a heart breaking beauty. The dirty, crumbling landscape, cracked walls with fissures like veins, the beaten ground scattered with trash like leaves. Among the chaos, treasured moments: nothing but a glimpse, a jewel, … More Snapshot: Russia