when the leaves fall..

            secrets are revealed                

this place, this hour

          “Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.”   ~ Walt Whitman            


                “Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten and my step become vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul – let my unformed childhood soul, as it ages, assume the rational and esthetic forms of an architecture,…

sunday drive..

              is that still a thing?              

a neighborhood story

                      secret gardens and satellite dishes     “I always wanna sit down with my mom and talk bout old neighborhood stories.” ~ Jordan Hoechlin