In serendipity, we inhale time, process moments and exhale memories. |  2:00pm, a Thursday afternoon stroll marked our itinerary along the Boston Freedom Trail, a moment within which the sun's potent rays, conveniently blocked by the brick overhang at 90%, gently reached the corner of my eyes to shift my gaze from the red brick trail to a charming alleyway of an era's past, one barely visible, but of which was, it humbly and romantically boasted a shadow-cast, glistening cobblestone that could have easily steered my foot away from our original plan. Cast off to the side, a deeply pensive man's silhouette stood out of place, taking hiding from the mid-afternoon downtown bustle, but mystically so, below the cloud-form exhausts of an adjacent Bostonian building, striking a similar chord to Berndnaut Smilde's creations. Only those who stopped before this scene would have inhaled and exhaled for the moment. Others would have just lived on never knowing what they missed.    (Boston, 2017)

In serendipity, we inhale time, process moments and exhale memories. | 2:00pm, a Thursday afternoon stroll marked our itinerary along the Boston Freedom Trail, a moment within which the sun's potent rays, conveniently blocked by the brick overhang at 90%, gently reached the corner of my eyes to shift my gaze from the red brick trail to a charming alleyway of an era's past, one barely visible, but of which was, it humbly and romantically boasted a shadow-cast, glistening cobblestone that could have easily steered my foot away from our original plan. Cast off to the side, a deeply pensive man's silhouette stood out of place, taking hiding from the mid-afternoon downtown bustle, but mystically so, below the cloud-form exhausts of an adjacent Bostonian building, striking a similar chord to Berndnaut Smilde's creations. Only those who stopped before this scene would have inhaled and exhaled for the moment. Others would have just lived on never knowing what they missed.  (Boston, 2017)




Because we walk the line between the real and unreal,
I want to capture what the eye sees,
describe what the mind imagines,
and step into the limbo of everything in between. 

- IJHL -