This isn’t a brand. It’s a slightly feral scrapbook with Wi-Fi.

Inside you’ll find healing letters I probably shouldn’t post,
photos of birds with zero chill, skies that made me cry,
the occasional rage-roast of corporate nonsense,
and deeply chaotic yarn-based projects I swore I’d finish but never did.

I stream. I survive. I take too many photos. I cuss in lowercase.

Welcome to Letters and Landscapes:
where the feelings are big, the sky is bigger, and the filter’s been missing since 2004.