I love bridges. To me, a bridge is a immensely physical symbol of a journey in progress. Over their spans stories unfold into the world, and that thought sets my heart dreaming. Growing up in Pennsylvania, covered bridges were something I was quite familiar with, but going through one never lost is special charm. As a…
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Crossing Over
I have a friend who's particular passion for photography is windows. In them, I suppose he captures a glimpse at how we humans need to have spaces through which we may see one another, and how the design of our portals colors how we see each other. He's got some truly excellent imagery of his…
