It’s a pattern easily found in nature, in rippled water and sliced tree trunks.

The sight of dust suspended in sunlight has always captivated me.

If it felt anything, it might have been longing for the other side, the same longing I’ve felt at different points in my life.

I swiftly merged onto the highway like a blood cell exiting a vein for an artery.

Spring is the season of birth and the soil is where it starts.

I nudged it with my foot and could feel the weight of its innards shift around inside.

The consumption habits of these larvae are comparable to our own.

Through the lens of my camera, the exit sign morphed into a single flaming red dot.

Had it not been preserved and presented to the viewer as a single static image, the moment might have been overlooked.