Oh hai.

Oh hey dudes.
How's it going friends?

2005 was the last time I was "active" on here. (Hence the horrible 2005 photos - check the scenario - I had just gotten my first camera/was like, 17 yrs old and silly/was dating a photographer/thought I could also capture beauty through a lens).
I cleaned out most of the crappier crap from my gallery, and left the...crap that makes me think back to that time and how little and dopey I was.
Guys, I gotta tell ya, I am by no means a photographer. Really though. Can you tell?
I'm a writer, that's what I do, I write.
I'll probably be putting up some of my err, well(?)-versed strings of words in the near future (more like ramblings of a high-minded lowlife.)
SO.
The photos that I DO put up, will either be self-portraits, or stuff that I think looks rad and/or evokes some kind of rad feeling. I wish there was a category called "pictures that are kinda cool" because I feel slightly ashamed to put them up under "photography".
Browsing through the photography on here, I'm fucking awe-struck. Some of it is so lovely I cannot bear it.
And then there's me with my bunky little digital camera putting up poor quality images...
I'm a writer, remember? Please god, just remember.

Anyway, enough with this malarkey - it's 3:30 am for crying out loud.

"Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion."

PS: Read more books.

PPS: My talent is handicapped by laziness.


Love, Kat.