If glass were invented today it might play out like this. Niche interest followed by an inevitable pivot point leading to something akin to mass
Photographs, stories, places and projects
If glass were invented today it might play out like this. Niche interest followed by an inevitable pivot point leading to something akin to mass
January sunrise and sunset drive on Lofoten’s southern highway.
Once in a life time stunning views in Arctic Norway of a Cycle 25 enabled Aurora, the Northern Lights
Soon after year zero, it was simply a sideways V and pulsating underscore. Time passes and that very retro screen text is replaced by icons
It starts out “Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting on a train” and then unfolds as one of America’s best love songs, written by Kris
We almost feel like old hands. Days have turned into weeks, and we’ve covered two or three thousand miles by train. It’s slow going—maybe ten
The plane is empty. She’s adamant that we must stay in our assigned seats but I somehow find myself stealthy relocated to a window seat.