So I was riding my bike, after a 3 hour round trip into the cities.
Scratch that.
I was riding someone ELSE’S bike that felt more like riding a sawhorse than a bicycle. My arms were caked in sunshine and my legs feeling pretty worn, when I rode past what I can only describe as a photographer’s porn house.

So, naturally I took my lovers there. To be gorgeous against something that was lovely in all it’s old age.

These babies crush on each other harder than middle schoolers on a playground. And I dig it.

Beautiful things can only come from walls graffiti tagged in “Madonna has a black baby, why can’t I?” Forgotten places are lovely. And wonderful things happen when you take off your clothes and lay in a pond. The different, the off the track, the shoot that leaves me covered in thistles and you caked in leaves..

We make great art that way.
Bring your wild ideas to me, or bring me your trust and let me guide you.
You up-for-anything souls. You belong here.