Inbetween

I’ve been thinking of inbetween places. Hallways and alleyways. Airports. The gaps between bars on a graph. What happens in these arenas of limbo? What grows in places no one designated a purpose to? Like dandelions making their way through the cracks in concrete — it's enchanting.

The creatures that make crevices their homes. Not asking for much. Not at all. Just a little bit of space that no one else is using. No one else is thinking about. I like to wander into the emptiness between houses. Toeing the line between properties, feeling like I could sink into the divide and end up in another world. Perhaps inbetween places are a kind of portal. Hiding more than meets the eye.

Enter the surreal kingdoms that exist in the moment between breaths, and in nothing else. I love finding these gems that are found in plain sight, but only if you're looking very closely. It's rewarding to experience magic that scarcely few others see. Who looks into the carved holes in trees?

Let's bring together a team of explorers, heading into the field with notebook in hand, balancing telescope and magnifying glass, squinting closely for the trick of the light. Who knows what this kind of adventure can lead to?