canis lopes(h)

cold paws/warm eyes

you met me at a very strange time in my life. hopefully this will not end up another shrine to derivative identity. i promise to try to make and make some more. I’ll keep my eyes peeled and my hands ripe at all times. no more stranded-whale songs/ lazy one handed self-portraits. I don’t know my place in history as an animal, but I know how to enjoy long conversations. I endeavor perpetuate curiosities here, mine, and others.

endless summer daze


And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Anaïs Nin