intensified by concrete and steel.
Throngs of people crowd the streets,
dirt envelops all surfaces,
the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air.
Despite it all,
rain is beautiful on a steamy day;
the petrichor feeds my soul,
relief has washed over my body.
Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY
Slaves to time,
a concept that
quietly dictates our lives.
Getting things done
while waiting for it to pass,
so we can overcome certain feelings,
and look forward to pleasantries.
We anticipate events and outcomes;
We live as if time really is a linear concept
But what is time really?
How do you define it?
an omnipresent shadow.
If there’s one thing to know about time,
there’s only the present moment.
Picture taken by me in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.