Memory is a curious beast. It sleeps under the cozy king size covers of our mind. And yet, it's what makes us who we are. Memory Motel is a path forged out of creased milkweed and soggy paw tracks that marked my little moments captured in time, frozen in amber. Each photograph is a portal to a memory, a glimpse into a moment that once was, and will never be again. These are not just photographs, but fragments of my life lived, echoes of a time that still resonates. So come, step inside the Memory Motel and have one of the complimentary cigars.
