SAVINA WRIGHT

Wakeful dreaming about life and the things in between. Meditation through photography. Healing through writing.

Flowers on a balcony
 

Engulfed

I’m amazed at how one moment it’s just a sense of foreboding, the next a tangible reality. The smell of rain and the slow hum of car...

Vanishing Points

You say your goodbyes to me in different ways. Sometimes loud, piercing, and violent. Other times, it is a soft whisper at the doorstep....

Summer Goodbyes

The wind scattered our voices among the blooms of summer. The falling leaves on our heads and the smell of dry asphalt announced a...