I Hear Dead Trees

I've always liked dead trees. I know they're not really dead; they're just in deep sleep. Bare branches without any leaves, no trace of green or color or life. I love how they silhouette so deeply against a bright blue fully-alive sky. I think I can hear them speak to me about silence and blissful sleep. They speak as if in slow-motion, of stillness, a life-on-hold, and rest.

I took this photograph in Pittsburgh one crisp Spring morning last April from the balcony of our Headquarters.

Start Here and Now

I want to tell you my stories. They aren't extraordinary or life-changing though. I want to write about the normal, mundane, day-to-day events of a 27-year-old living Here, There, and Elsewhere. Where do I begin? When do we start sharing experiences and building memories? Now? Yes, NOW.