Ships–Kate Holm

Children of the Kuwinda-slum–Renate Fossmark Pedersen

Renate Fossmark Photography

Spice Plantation–Renate Fossmark Pedersen

Renate Fossmark Photography

i would have stayed–Michelle Shuman

i would have stayed

to feel
the grit of the wind
to see
the fireworks of transformation twice over
to taste
the pieces of rain cool and heavy
to hear
the brown glass toast, and not shatter, against the curb
i have stayed for all of that

Ink–Kate Holm

To are.–Michelle Shuman

To are.

Through the curtain of golden curls
I can see us hiding in the bushes,
Spying on the sun.
My fingers pull at the rainbows in the grass
Like a child sulking, post-tantrum
But never post-temper. At your
Side I watch the shape shifting
Clouds in your blue skies.

Happy Easter From Myrkdalen–Renate Fossmark Pedersen

Renate Fossmark Photography

Flight–Bill Flynn

A speck of dust becomes a tiny bird
As it beelines the sky above the water
Towards the little rock island where sweet food awaits Arriving
it hovers
inspecting
the giant standing by the tree
Filling the bright red ewer of life

Lady–Kate Holm

Series of Portraits–Caroline Donelan