Alleyways have always intrigued me. There is something very personal and unintentionally revealing about the minimally traveled spaces behind homes. From the street, the front of a house is typically well kept, while the back is designated to be any number of things deemed appropriate on an individual basis. People know these areas are less traveled, and let down their guard. They remove the false facade and show their true colors.

This world is at the same time magical, like entering a forgotten land. Despite neglect what is found is surprising in its beauty. It is, literally, the road less traveled. I've always been drawn to visiting far-flung locales to capture images for the world to see. I find that traveling the alleyways are similar to this idea, but with a twist. We all know our neighborhoods: the streets and the houses. They are not foreign lands. These places are familiar. But to walk the alleyways is to enter an alien landscape full of color, shape and unintentional design.