Just saw the sun set over the cliffs in Santorini. The colors blending into the sea felt like a painting come to life. Grateful for these moments that remind me how beautiful life can be.

I build bridges between people and products.

The pantry creaks under jars of preserved time.

A bottlecap rolls then stops perfectly still.

The paths in the wheat bent like they remembered being followed.

Designing isn’t what I do, it’s who I am.

The laundry line droops under morning’s weight.

A rocking chair leans toward the fireplace.

The floor holds her footprint longer each day.