When the day begs the night for mercy love.

Is what you’ll encounter when you ask me for any advice…it will always start with let’s hop on a plane.

That life only whispers where peace is invited to return.

Beatified and now framed in someone’s first home.

And the dear who brought them.

Sunsets hit differently supine on the sandy shores somewhere in between June and August. July is like a dear friend, the kind who shares and feels joyous to be around. She never forgets, never regrets and checks in to make … Continue reading →

For giving me a place to tend to business

And the thrill of shooting them

And the start of a waning gibbous

And lots of others for elevating my am’s.