Silent visual stories.
They left in a hurry, in the middle of experiments and a cup of tea.
Spirited and curious they are.
Raw salt crystals. It’s eating the steel you can almost hear it.
Large aperture through the empty glasses.
Walking through the cages of steel and power.
It’s sleeping and waiting for the white to fade.
A great gathering on a peaceful morning. A prayer, and a selfie.
It’s weird when you tilt. So I tilt.