They sit in the quiet, carrying the weight of countless untold stories. They are the keepers of a strength that doesn’t shout, that doesn’t seek validation. Their silence is not emptiness; it is filled with the echoes of lives lived through struggle, love, loss, and endurance. In their eyes rests...
As the mother stirs the pot at the kitchen of an apaprtement in Italy, her thoughts drift to her own childhood in Afghanistan. She’s making her mother’s famous Kabuli pilao, a recipe passed down for generations. The scent fills the kitchen, transporting her back to a simpler time, where family and...
This photo was taken during the cherry blossom festival in Helsinki. Noticing two girls dressed in cherry blossoms, I didn't miss the opportunity to take a photo.)
Each morning on the cobblestone streets of Antigua, street merchants move into the center of the city from the less expensive housing on the outskirts. They stay until they have sold out their supply for the day. If they don’t sell out, the remains are dinner for the family.
