oasis for underrepresented classical musicians
My parents do not fry eggs because they prefer the well-doneness of scrambling and boiling. Thus, I was in awe as a teenager when spending the night with a middle-aged couple from church resulted in a fried egg for breakfast. The wife had to go work earlier than the husband, so he was the one… Continue reading The Men Who Fried Eggs
Taking a photograph is my attempt to capture something that captures me. I accept that not every impression I absorb with my eyes can be captured with a mechanical lens. At some sights, I choose not to take a picture but rather take time to reflect on the force of what I see. My brief… Continue reading Photographers on My Path
