One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

A photograph doesn’t start with a blank canvas, but it does start with a full palette.

There is something almost magical about those lions.

I am still stranded, hypnotized by this book, in that island.

I love nostalgia and beauty as much as I love brutal reality.

The more I look at this photograph, the more I try to decode the moment it preserves.

Megalith in Peach

I stood at the food truck parked along the curb on St. Claude between Piety and Desire.

It was snowing heavily and the streetlight only barely revealed a sort of snow city encampment.

A portal into China, found while wandering the streets of Lisbon.