Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.