This is a mess, truly. Too chaotic to be an essay. Too long to be a poem. But I also had to get it out. Mostly because I am expected to be quiet. So bear with me. I am scared a lot, I think. Some of it is normal teen…
I went for a walk today and saw a windthrow—well, lots of windthrows actually but one in particular caught my eye. There is something so very beautiful about them; how trees become homes to new lives even after their own have ended. The way nothing really dies in nature—…
I am but a windthrow: left naked before the world stretching my fingers up into the air— there is a freedom to this clarity despite the way I’m being seen my body becoming home to a thousand little lives— grateful for my sacrifice, welcoming the feeling of my flesh…
In my previous post about photography advice I told you what I believe the best way of learning photography is: through lots and lots of practice. Today, I wanted to give you some more general advice on things that I believe could help you in the creative process. Even though…
There are a lot of photography tips out there — "use these camera settings", "light your photos in this way", "use this colour grading technique". It might feel overwhelming. You will never have time to read it all. And you might be wondering what tips…
gilded cages — never once did they protect everything that matters and yet I lay my splintered heart in them begging them to keep it safe I believe they have ignored my pleas…
a heart in a heart a pomegranate in my hand red liquid staining white fabric…
there is a rope of thoughts that seizes my heart and drags me down It never seems to cease I try to crawl my way out of this never ending cave My scream is tied to me it rips my throat as it too reaches for air…