today and tomorrow and yesterday.

summer reading list? photos from friends far away- come back soon. memories from times past. hopes for things ahead.
florals. travel on adventures with me. let's go. now!

the list never ends. but the sun keeps setting and rising. i hope i don't run out of time.

summer.

drop some berries in the thorns. scratches on your arms. hop a fence. iced chai. time with friends.
pick them up, mix them together. fight back tears: harsh words spoken. spices and lemon. presto.
birthday celebrations. family together, never perfect, but loving.



quaint little house. give me space to think and breathe and grow. let me walk your streets and alleyways. and make tea in your kitchen.

words of wisdom.

Don't follow please
Cause I wander aimlessly toward the lights of the city
the heat of the buildings, the sound of the sea

And the seabirds see me
And they can see three hundred thousand surrounding me
Making an island of my tongue and my bare feet

The hummingbird hides in the orange tree
While the raven is shouting his plea
And we watch from our window for someone to lead
But they're never quite what we need

The night makes it clear
That I won't fool anyone here full of my foreign fear
In the dusk light hiding I won't disappear

Love drives out fear
But fear steals from love and my scared heart has taken so much
That my arms can't hold up the weight

So there are tired dark trees that surround me
And they're growing the loneliest things
I lay in between them and try and find sleep
But the roots come up from underneath

I hide in the black earth
I hide in the seed
I hide in my sunburn
I hid incomplete

Our dreams dig deep in a rainbow
But we clothe ourselves in blue and gray
They say it's shame that is keeping us safe
But it's shame that keeps us locked away.

Joel Preston West.

why did i come home again?

I believe in the sun when it is not shining.


I believe in Love even when I feel it not.


I believe in God even when He is silent.


written on a wall in a concentration camp

written on a bookmark made by a friend.

dear schoolwork, you suck.
i don't appreciate you.
you are not welcome.

rust and weeds and vintage things

I would like you to meet my new friend.

This is my new friend.
She is a Nikon, I haven't named her yet.

She will be my companion on many adventures in the coming months. We have a lot to learn about one another before our big adventure overseas, however.
Say hello, everyone.