summer...

Ivory—
like bones bleached in the desert sun.
Color of ghosts and clouds and dreams that refuse to die.
I'm head to toe in it.
Natural pearl snap shirt, vintage but new—my design. My expression.
From years chasing, dreaming. Decades of dust, destruction, beauty and dreams.

The stitching, the cut—none of it random. All of it earned.

Ivory cords—Black Bear Brand.
Made for this life, the silence, the roar.
They whisper fuck-off but scream freedom.

Canyons stretch out like torn canvas, valleys carved by time and violence.
I ride through it.
Engine humming like a hymn to everything I believe in.
Design. Travel.
Adventure that burns, inspires, leaves a mark.

Alone, but never lonely.
The wind knows—
The road remembers.—
And what I design is my part of that story—
born from my history, shaped by the chaos, refined by the journey.

My life stitched into fabric.
The West lives—