Echoes exist in hollow  s   p   a   c   e   s.

 

The deep abyss of the canyon.

 

The yawning stalactite-toothed cave.

 

The valley between snowy mountain peaks.

 

Wherever we conjure them, echoes tend to make us feel alone in a vast expanse. More often, our everyday echoes ricochet around the spaces in our lives in simpler ways, like through the aged photo of someone no longer living; an old song that leaps into our mind, time traveling ...