AJ Padron

A world that smells of sand and sea and dirt: that fishy, salty soil, musty stagnant swamp water on sweet-rooted plants. Sometimes, this place feels more powerful to me than the ocean itself. More moving, more vast; older and stronger. The rattle of leaves and conifer needles is like the sound of waves, the air […]

Across the darkened horizon sparks the light of buildings too innumerable to count. Between her and the fireflies of blurred and muddled light, there stretches a vast and silken field of gathered, bending wheat. The color has been seeped out of the golden stalks by the night and as they fall one over the other […]