Tiny.

Playgrounds are magical.

Wall-ball will always be a classic.

Rotunda is a silly word. Like rotund. Round. 

Guess which side is which?

Just yelling at a pipe in the middle of the ocean, no big.

Transportation by bike is somewhere between riding a scooter and riding a motorcycle.

People and Places.

Photographers at the Saturday Market are really helpful.

Dance teams love make up. And smoothies.

Children have that sense of wonder that many adults have lost.

Gotta make money somehow.

Fun fact: The squeak of the balloon hurts my ears.

Beaches are very cold during the spring.

Childhood: When clothing didn't matter.

Taking a break from jamming out.

What's so funny?

Look for the Lines.

Sometimes all you have to do is...look up.

I was not laying on the ground. 

Repeating patterns fascinate me. 

Flights of stairs seem endless.

This was a different camera than I was used to.

Pieces Put Together.

Hidden layers. Like puzzle pieces. Overlapping.

Fake fruit can easily be mistaken as real.

First world issues: Having too much food for your pantry.

Lines and Angles and All That Jazz.

I help you enter different places.

I make walking uphill easier.

I attempt to connect roofs together.

I keep you warm and show you the way.

I'm always locked from the outside.

Faster Than A Camera Can Capture.

Arms moving rapidly, as he stays still.

The way his arms move, how they seem like wings.

The silly face he makes.

Embarrassed and laughing as she turns her head. 

The spiral of curls, framing her face. 

Lockers lining the wall behind her.

Best Friends.

They communicate and read each others minds. 

Waving as I pass by.

Ghostly, haunting. 

The faint blur of a face and hair. 

Bouncy and lively.

The true sign of youth.

Overlapped, Overlaid, Taken Twice.

She tries to hide the pain as it washes over her,

until she can't take it anymore.

Then she looks up, for hope and reassurance.

For someone to tell her it will be okay.

Don't leave.

That's all I can ask.

I only have a pencil and paper to tell you how I feel.

Please try to understand.

Lost and caged. 

Forever behind four walls.

Waiting and watching for something

better.

They look dead from the outside.

But really they're full of life,

waiting to come alive.

The opportunity to show what they're really made of.

The teeth of a cat, sharp and pointed.

The sneer of human faces, as their lips curl.

Different yet alike.