I know, I know. You don't have to tell me. It's been 9 months since my last post and I'm the worst. In my defense (which is weak at best considering this is 2018 and social media waits for no one), I have been working overtime at new design gig on top of keepin' it real at the cafe as your local barista, so your girl has been b-e-a-t. The first (and to this day last) vacation I had was getting the chance to visit my dad down in Oklahoma City for Thanksgiving. Obviously, having 5 days of no work and all play was almost too much for my over-worked brain to handle but I did manage to pick up my camera when an annual trip to the Plaza was mentioned... and as per usual, my expectations were met and exceeded...
I love my family. They keep me weird.
As you can imagine, it was hard to leave this environment of love, art, and precious long-distance family time, but reality (and work) were calling and I headed back to the land of beer and cream colored bricks. Assuming you caught my last post on the Plaza Walls, I'll skip my love letter to Oklahoma and the stigma several neighbors are working hard to overcome, and if you missed it, you should check it out. I love you OKC. Stay beautiful.