grey days

Movement in the city is a matter of resistance verus desire. Every second we must choose who we are and where we are going. When the sky above us foretells darkness in the afternoon we suddenly withdraw, finding ourselves most productive when hiding inside, waiting for the sun to return.


This afternoon, as I sat outside in front of a cafe, I felt the temperature outside shift by 10 degrees up and then back down. I can see the green of the world around me slowly shifting to the red and orange that will blanket the city in a mere handful of weeks. Fall is coming and the chill is seting into my bones more every night.


Everyday of my life I wonder what each moment to come will bring. As I wander through the city I see faces and hear sounds that continually inspire me to create and curate.