this place, this hour

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

~ Walt Whitman

 

 

 

 

 

 

metaphor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“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, let me learn just everything that others cannot teach me, what only life would be capable of marking deeply in my skin!”

 

Salvador Dalí

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

there’s comfort..

 

 

 

 

 

in knowing that some things
remain the same