hm. found a rool under the keyboard, went and paid good money for a day of developing and tada. looks like i'm on a nature kick again. also looks like people still stop by here even though i'm a slob who neglects her camera (sorry mr camera). thank you.
maybe i'll come back for real one day but photography went very rapidly from an escape to yet another interest i dont feel i can emotionally or financially handle. damnit. when you dont feel like you have enough time to practice your chosen art form (whatever it is, and it can be so many things) you know you're screwed and need to get your head in order. my head isn't getting into order damnit. i need to get myself back into my life and stop pretending it doesnt matter. when nothing matters art is impossible to create, things yes but no art. a laborer works with his hands, a craftsman works with his hands and his head and an artist works with his hands head and heart. i misquoted you st francis but you're dead so deal with it; at least i'm not stealing it. i could you know. i'm a heartless bitch like that.