A boy and his father compared in time to the Dust Bowl.

A story about a person who closes the world away with their walls.. .

This poem I wrote as I got so sick and tired of hearing and reading about all of these senseless deaths and fighting.

Don’t take my Earth for granted.

Against war.

Your eyes like stars…

Time is too valuable, to be wasted on the ridiculous and the absurd.

Anger eats us up if we hold onto it, so release it and be at peace!

I am fascinated by the decay of nature, old buildings, and demolition projects. These things are our history. When we destroy that, a part of our history is gone. I like to document the beautiful – and not so beautiful – before it is gone forever.

A poem on machines, mortals and gods.