I Was Born In The Deep

I have the south in my veins- flowing like that murky water from which I was born. That dirty water that infiltrates the womb and fertilizes that damp dark place. The home. I grow, I grow, like a wild vagrant seed and so I survive. Decaying filigree graces the dilapidated facade of my mind. I see beauty in my home. I see beauty within me. I am a child of this land.

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Here is a self portrait from a recent trip to the mountains. I have not been able to post very often but I am still here.

Instagram Vol.4/Travel

Instagram images of my recent travels: (Diptych 1: flying over farm land and a cabin in the Mississippi Delta. Diptych 2 and 4: hikes in Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania. Diptych 3: images from New York.)

I am at my finest when I travel and if I go too long without exploration I start to feel stuffy and stagnant. These are only a few small adventures I've had over the past few months, but they have helped to keep me sane.  I guess you could say I'm a bit of a Traveling Gnome wannabe :)

Drew this up the other day. A new logo inspires new ideas. Change is good. :)

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With the first frost, this past weekend, J and I woke and drove into the mountains to catch the early light. It was a short break but as we drove under that giant mountain, and into the gorge, it was as if we passed through some secret passage- into the another world. 

 I am not being faithful to this place, and my photos, and so I am not faithful to myself. I am full of shameful excuses but non will do. Lets hope I am getting better. I am ready to be myself again.

Fitz, Fitz, Fitzgerald!

Just a little preview of the newest edition to the apartment. His name is Fitz!

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A recent self portrait