This is not your last rodeo, I insist upon it. You will try again, you will inspire through lens and keystrokes, you will…you will…you will. Keep at it, the voice in my head tells me, push through whispers in the shadows encourage, come back to earth doubt says, flagging down my fantastical brain. But, I…


You pepper me with glisten and glitter dancing on shifting sands illuminating little details, while I am found captured and captivated; awed by such beauty.


Without you my world would be dull lacking in details and aesthetic views.