the moments we live
Because what else is life than a fluid, constant flowing of moments? And when we forget those moments, has a part of us simply ceased to exist? Continue reading the moments we live
Because what else is life than a fluid, constant flowing of moments? And when we forget those moments, has a part of us simply ceased to exist? Continue reading the moments we live
I slept poorly, tangling alone in my sheets, but now I listen to the sounds. For the campo is never actually quiet. Continue reading the Life in the darkness
First day in my new journal. So much promise. Where will life take me as I fill these pages? Continue reading the first page of my new journal
In any case, i found myself the proprietor of a large jar of sesame seeds. Continue reading honey sesame candy and hiking pichinca
but what then does the moth do after mating? Its fulfilled its entire purpose. Continue reading the life of the moth
Sadness is a bird,
That has made its home in my heart… Continue reading Sadness is a bird
I used to think that they were just like little americans, but it turns out i experienced a bit of culture shock from all the subtle differences. Continue reading Differences between Canadians and Americans
Need i say more? Continue reading Tickle Me Elmo’s forgotten cousin….Gingivitis Elmo
It’s just mountain after mountain and twisted trees with a sort of raw beauty that I haven’t quite figured out how to capture yet Continue reading a journey into the wilderness
Whimsical. Odd. Fanciful. Bizarre. Sometimes political. It is always creative. And always colorful. Continue reading Ecuadorian Street Art