I grew up in Arizona’s north and moved south to go to college. I set up shop in Phoenix: the sprawling capital of subdivisions and freeways scattered with worthwhile pockets. In this landscape bloomed the unpredictable social network expansion that often follows going off to college.
This expansion ultimately led me to another city yet more south. Once a month I would wake up, driving on the highway to Tucson.
I think my life should be a cartoon. I would always have a happy ending.
Reflections on a duck pond
Preparando para la tercera adventura.
To be strong enough, to be brave enough, to be kind.
Wider view of mountain snow over Tucson
Mountain snow over Tucson
Why I go tonight for this kiss
Stopping Past the Park