n editorial selection. Seasons captured between life. Each frame is a held breath, a sentence without words, a small act of staying.
The original cycle — written and photographed across twelve months.
Fragments, observations, and passages — not quite essays, not quite done.
Four times a year — spring, summer, autumn, winter — a quiet letter of new essays, photographs, and observations. No noise, no frequent sending. Just a soft knock on the door.