It only seems random.

I love a road trip. I'm out there hunting for giant muffler men and roadside dinosaurs, but I'm also pulling over for waterfalls and weird rocks. I photograph interesting trees. I stop for old hand-painted signs that nobody else notices anymore. I collect it all—the wacky, the tacky, the stuff everyone drives past. I'm hoping it makes connections. Ants and giants. The small stuff and the big stuff.

I love comics. I get to meet new characters who were really there all along but needed a little world to get out into.

I watch ants, birds, and squirrels. I could watch them for hours. They're onto something, and I wish I knew what they knew.

Game design is my love language. Not the fancy kind—the creative, silly, goofy kind. The games that bring weirdos together around a table for laughter and ridiculous competition. The kind where someone's arguing until midnight, and everyone's cracking up.

Here's what I know: nothing is random, there is a hand of grace behind it all. The muffler man and the waterfall are connected if you're paying attention. The ant trail, the game from last Thursday, and the tree that mysteriously seemed like it moved a few feet to the right, but you can’t prove it—it's all the same story.

And I'm amazed that I get to do this. To notice things, tell weird stories and make connections that weren't there before. It feels like getting away with something beautiful.

“Always take the scenic route” - Em