Anywhere can feel like a liminal space if you're detached enough.
Searching for something in a parking lot, July 2024
Field trip, July 2024
Venice, July 2024
Road, July 2024
San Diego, July 2024
A backroom, July 2024
View from another psuedo-ivory tower, July 2024
Basking in a warm glow of repitition, June 2024
Psuedo-Ivory tower atop a steep hill, June 2024
Poorly planned hike through in Joshua Tree (ease of trail was misrepresented to multiple parties), March 2024
Fog in the street, November 2023
Does any of this even mean anything to you?