Lost
“Seagull Actual, Seagull Actual, this is Seagull 1-2, over.” I called out, climbing the elevation. No break in the static. “Anything?” Sam asked, over…
No matter how spectacular a shot can go, there is artistically no match for a shot that manifests millions of abstraction from what appears to be unfa…
April 15, 2021 – 6:30 PM The thick grey cotton balls vied with each other to gobble up the entire city. It was time for me to rush things up a b…