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Moments that Live

Moments that Live
Strange things are happening. You are not ready for the pink suitcase story, but here's a picture. Taken in Montevideo, Uruguay, it had no idea what was about to happen. Neither did I. Glitch in the matrix? Time warp? IDK but I have receipts and photos. Maybe one day I'll tell that story.

A tiny glimpse. A scrapbook. Each photo is a heartbeat with special meaning to me. You’ll see bright moments and quiet clicks: the empty pathway after goodbye, and the thin line between resilience and wreckage.

The energy of California, the timeless beauty of Venice, the rhythm of Rio, and the ancient spirit of Athens have all left their mark on me. Travel has a way of grounding you, reminding you that the world is vast, yet every corner holds its own story waiting to be discovered.
Captured in black and white, these photos capture just a fraction of me. I'm a traveler, a storyteller, and a seeker. I've lived a life of eclectic experience but not always best choices. I’ve embraced both the spontaneous and the structured as well as the defiant and damaged. I've written about the chaos of the music industry, the quiet moments alone on the road, the heroes and the ghosts, and I plan on staying around a little longer to see what else I can expose. Lately, I've been in that kind of mood. The generalized pervasive bullshit is getting to me, which is why I am putting my writing on this website and Substack. But I'm working on a series you might not be ready for on YouTube.
Skylar Burton. Artist, Author. Designer.
I used to do a lot of painting but now I spend more time writing. At one time I was a gallery represented artist in Palo Alto, California and Santa Fe, New Mexico. The most unusual art I've done were walking (hiking) sticks. At some point I'll post about that and show you how to do it.
For the past two years I’ve immersed myself in the energy of 22 concerts across as many cities. Each show wasn’t just about the music, it was an experience, a lesson in the connections made with fellow concertgoers, and the music that sculpts sound into therapy. Every concert deepened my appreciation for life’s unpredictability and the incredible ways music and travel expanded my perspective.
I've mostly lived by the water and some of my favorite memories remain there. The one of my son feeding pigeons on the Monterey Bay pier (aka. Fisherman's Wharf in Monterey, California) is a moment that will always live on even though he is a full-on adult now.
I don't always stay at expensive hotels but every once in awhile I splurge and when I do it's the details that intrigue me. It's not about how fancy or expensive the furniture looks or the many amenities I don't typically use. It's the small details I love that go unnoticed by most people​.