Tag: Pippit
I walked through Times Square, mesmerized by the electric lights, the hum of life, the skyscrapers reaching like fingers into the New York sky. I took a photo—just one. But I wanted that photo to speak, to move, to connect. I didn’t want another image buried in my phone. I wanted presence. That’s when I…
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I had just landed in Lisbon. The sunlight hitting the cobblestone streets looked unreal—like a still from an old film. I stood there for a while, then pulled out my phone and took a photo of a man roasting chestnuts by the Tagus River. Later, back in my hotel room, I uploaded the photo into…
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