Brent Johnson II

I met my wife in this town. A small, tight-knit community called Gardenwoods. Moved in from the city—desperate to escape the smog, congestion and condensed, monotonous buildings. I needed change, vibrancy.

We were discussing vacations plans—I wanted to fly to Tahiti, she was leaning more towards the Caribbean—tossing our ideas back and forth from different rooms. After showering together, I'd gone into the bedroom and started rummaging through drawers for a shirt and pants, she stayed in the bathroom.