This Is Outside
Lock, lock, and unlock. Every door a danger. But beyond, a multitude of voices, an exactitude of each. I listen as they’re calling. Each voice in my own throat. Subtle clear collages blessed with ambiguity. The written note. The campfire. The seed planted. The curled chameleon tale. The dragon. The glistening turquoise egg of it all. The joy in seeing, knowing, daring. This unquestionable and one true song calling, always, to go outside.
Dear Suburbia 
I love the idea of a thing being a thing that is different from all other things. Your photos and thoughts take me places I wouldn’t ordinarily go. Keep them coming!!!
Thank you so much! The encouragement is much appreciated. I’ve been thinking about you and suburbotypes a lot lately. Thanks for all of your amazing writing!