Braced

He stood like a statue, his arm pressed up against the glass, bracing himself from the afternoon light as if to hold off the arrival of the afternoon. Some days are like that, fending off the passing of days. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world. Through the power of the blockchain and my Hidden Stories contract, we created a beautiful convergence of my photography and my fascination with hidden stories...View all