Beauty in the path less traveled. An affinity for hidden spaces within the public domain grabs me by the hand to show me something internal. The backroads, the alleyways, the courtyards. A loft hidden within an apartment building, a rooftop garden overflowing with life, a hidden cave on the edge of a distant beach, a meadow with an accompanying structure on the abandoned farm land. Something happens within these spaces that feels unique and intimate. Forgotten memories of things once past and the adoption of new ones in the face of exploration.