Diamond Company

The precious stone cuts lines into your living palms and causes a chain reaction. The inscription of instructions to complete spoken while standing on the hidden skate plaza, brief moments gone by, skaters whisk by, something to keep with you. Practicing on fast glass. For heaven’s sake. Charlie encouraged me to start a photograph log so that more people could see all over the globe. The gnar started far beyond my detached ear lobes. Not everyone was on board.  Rejected by man who stumble and tumble, but chosen by God. Looking back to the Signal Hill overlook, the sightseeing with Hugo zoomed into Ghetto Park where the next step forward was illuminated like the golden hour inside chain-links. Mine eyes have seen the glory.