Interstate Lovesongs

Twenty something year old. Caught between the pull of the city lights and the love of time spent in dusty jeans on the farm. Artist. Rider. Part-time wild child. This is my photo-journal.

The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.


I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind

I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind

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Weekend nap with the main man in my life

Weekend nap with the main man in my life