Every Time I Look Around, I See So Much Drama Going Down...

Market Street, San Francisco

Sometimes I want to run away. Leave all my responsibilities and fade into oblivion. I dream that I will run away to New Mexico or somewhere else where the land is beautiful and sell my art and live in a small adobe house where no one would know me. There I would hone my artistic skills and spend most days searching for inspiration and work on it until I was satisfied. Then I would drive in my truck for hours and take pictures and come home and cook with interesting ingredients cause I had the time.

If only I had the time to run away...