If only for a moment…

“Most photographers capture life as it is. But with these strangers, Richard Renaldi has captured something much more ethereal and elusive. He shows us humanity as it could be.”


“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”

Bell Hooks

Remember how we forgot?

In the war against frailty and limitation we supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals: the parents of possibility

Somehow we overcame, somehow we pushed on, somehow we’ve gone the distance, and in going there, we possess the freedom to map the uncharted lands of any and everywhere. We are unbound

Test the limits. Test the boundaries and borders, as if the headquarters of potential lay just beyond the world’s edge. Let the belief that hope belongs to us all be the pledge you take to make the unachievable as inconceivable as the false fact that we were never here. We were here.

Look directly into every mirror, realize that our reflection is the first sentence to a story. And our story starts “We were here.”

Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows


n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.

Will i complete the mystery of my flesh

I Will Wade Out
e.e. cummings

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon