Keep chipping away at it, reaching, searching for the path that bends. There is no promise that this way will stay. Then for love do we keep from breaking.

Through these silly turns eyes glisten toward the moon. We reach wide to weather the highs.

Standing forcefully in the moment. Loving the itch that is thirsty. Walking one hand guiding that next foot.

Many years ago on the stairs of Ellicott City

A blended life of passions and hobbies running around.

Helping my sister for a weekend event, piled a bit too high.

Connecting through fashion heritage and Indonesian culture.