When Every Angle Edges Up
When every angle leads up, you can’t fight it. And your iPhone has a way of showing your eye where to go.
When every angle leads up, you can’t fight it. And your iPhone has a way of showing your eye where to go.
Reflections of the vast brown Chihuahuan desert that surrounds a vivid green church in a tiny Mexican village are distorted by more than sundown.
How can you pass by an intriguing window or door by without making note, or making a picture? There’s a story to be told behind them . . . Doors and windows are openings to Mystery Who is this woman Beckoning? and why? Or is she beckoning no one? Is she merely wary, curious, observant? . . […]