| I'm just a girl from somewhere in Montana who was set lose with her dad's camera. I've always loved to photograph, but I haven't been trying professionally (right...) for very long. I consider myself a beginner, but I like to think that I have improved since I first started. My gallery has no theme, no common thread. After all, what theme does life have? I like to doodle, sing, write nothing, walk, ride my bike, take pictures of random things, travel, ski, daydream, mess with my kitties, and do many other random things. Who doesn't? I also have the talent of being able to sit for hours without moving, just thinking. Its nice because it freaks out the neighbors. Plus I like to ramble, with or without a single topic. I have a kitty that is the best kitty on earth. Because I say so. No contest. He would be pure black if he didn't have a dandruff problem. His hobbies involve eating too much and complaining very loudly. Plus sitting on suitcases. I have a knack for making a fool out of myself. I'm hard to describe. Not so much because I am a bootiful unique snowflake, but because I'm so fickle and indecisive. I enjoy obsessing. Here's to me. |







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For Every Beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it- Ivan Panin
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Look through Alec's telescope.
"For there is much worth noticing that often escapes the eye...
And, most important of all, you can see things as they really are, not just as they seem to be."
~ The Phantom Tollbooth
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For Every Beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it- Ivan Panin
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Now I just need to stick with it...
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Look through Alec's telescope.
"For there is much worth noticing that often escapes the eye...
And, most important of all, you can see things as they really are, not just as they seem to be."
~ The Phantom Tollbooth
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Look through Alec's telescope.
"For there is much worth noticing that often escapes the eye...
And, most important of all, you can see things as they really are, not just as they seem to be."
~ The Phantom Tollbooth
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'True art is not cut from the cloth of predictability. Rather, it's an ephemeral brilliance snatched from the chaos of unformed inspiration.