Dispatch № 114: Reflections on Narrow Streets
You don’t really realize just how many there are unless you specifically pay attention to them.
READ MOREYou don’t really realize just how many there are unless you specifically pay attention to them.
READ MORELet’s begin with a question. What happens when you let the aspiration and vision of a project far outstrip the resources you have to give to it?
READ MOREI don’t know what they will build here, only that it will be different, and that I want to see what I can see here while I still can.
READ MOREI can think of at least a dozen nearby houses and other structures that have been demolished within the last few months.
READ MOREWhile looking for plum blossoms to photograph, I began to receive news alerts on my phone.
READ MORESpend enough time in the woods and you develop a sense of whether it’s a bird or a deer or even a snake, and it happens before you can even turn your head to see.
READ MOREYou admonish yourself for having neglected them until you needed them and wonder why you have also for so long put up with a job in which you are forever making up for the incompetence of others…
READ MOREEven when the weather is bad, I go out to wander and make pictures for thirty or forty minutes. Every working day, this is my lunchtime habit, a recursive practice that is exercise for both my body and my mind.
READ MOREInstead, it belongs to a rail-thin teenager who isn’t sure what he wants to do in life…
READ MOREThe air was cold and crisp, filled with the sounds of easy conversation and the rhythmic, sticky thuds of rice being pounded into mochi.
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