Oh. Hey there. Listen... Pelham (us) is wild.

I live here. Seriously.

The streets... they whisper secrets.

Rocking down Maple St. is like entering another realm.

I often stroll by Pelham Park.

It’s lush, quiet, deep.

A hidden gem, y'know?
Man... I remember siting at the park bench near the big oak.

There, I’d muse, heart pounding.

My counselor soul absorbed every sigh.

It was like... a silent therapy session.

I’d watch the kids.

Their laughter echoed.

Pure magic, dude!
Over on Birch Rd., so many eclectic vibes.

Local cafés on Birch maybe offer the best coffee.

I love the aroma that drifts.

It smacks of crisp fall mornings.

Under the skin, it’s familiar, haunting.

Like that flux of life.

Whaaat? Crazy, right?
The Pelham River winds by.

I often sit, trailing my thoughts.

Water whispers, "Under the Skin."

The reflection of the town dances.

It’s mesmerizing… eerie sometimes.

I even got lost in its calm.

Bam! Outta nowhere.
In the city center, old brick buildings loom.

They tell stories, whispered in brick and mortar.

Downtown sings with lively hues.

There’s graffiti art on Nassau Ave.

It rocks.

Street art that screams emotion.

I freaked out when a mural sang my sadness.
Got a secret spot too.

Hidden, behind Mill Ln.

This alleyway, small, nearly forgotten.

Gritty, raw, honest.

I spent my breaks there.

Chilling out, thinking – “Ahhhh.”

Memories flood, some bliss, some pain.

My work shaped my view, oh yeah.
Sometimes I get mad.

Like when folks trash the parks.

Anger fills.

Then I see hope.

Youth rally, clean up on Elm St.

I cheer, heart soaring.
Pelham is a story in every crack.

Unpredictable.

Beautiful.

Like that movie, Under the Skin.

Thin slices of life, surreal nearly.

I’m all over the place, sorryyyy.
I gotta say, man...

Pelham's got soul.

Totally raw.

And every moment?

Epic and maddening at times.
Yeh... that’s my town.

So swing by if you dare.

It’s not perfect – hell nah!

It’s real, undefined, thriving.

Just like us.