the world is dark without heart

covert mullet shot, an emily catey exclusive.
just inspect the background:)

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and then home.

a bunch of cokeheads
we needed the energy to decorate our fabulous christmas palm

christmas morning drive

like lace

poor santa. sleigh by night, car by day.
i amused myself by watching out for the double takes from passing cars.

fruit interlude

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in the distance
Appalachia

two homes, i've been here before

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i feel left out:(
nobody told me it was argyle sock day;)
by the way, the backseat was a flurry of texting and helioing it and ipods with shows on them and so on and so forth.
i just kept looking out the window, noticing signs with the bulbs burned out that would have lit up a letter.
wal art

bird

the high point

philly, as close as i could get.

new york,
white christmas.
well sorta...

fire island

we could barely move after the italian feast aunt kerry served. thank you!

i was such an elfy little kid, thanks to uncle ronny for digging up this treasure.
oh man and my dad's bar mitvah book
precious

grandma and bob spoil us all rotten, always

badu is like a kid in a candy store! does anyone else think it's ironic that he bought me a heap of chocolate and gave me a sonicare?

the most beautiful

next time, we'll hike.

and then home.

oh man oh man oh man

i got nothin to show you right now. i'm spent. so worn down by life and trying.
november was some landmark. my artwork is off the ground, for sure at least hovering.
but now i'm caught in some land of too much, too little...some place i haven't been in a while, where i'm called out. i can't meet everyone's expectations all at once, it's too hard.
i really really need a day off.
and a hug might help too.
...
and words, man i got words to say to some people from my past. but they're too busy playing victim so keep telling yourself that you're so right. and then tell me how that resonates inside.

forget me not,
kinda

sniff sniff

but what if there were another world, one where life never seems to be lackluster...



a world where real friends seem to grow on big beautiful old growth trees...









all my L



...


where kittens fetch


moss grows on the roof like some tiny terrarium


hot boys iron


and colors...
...colors change

...


Pilchuck Glass School 30th Annual Auction = Splendid










...



i <3 this




...





tis the season for nomadic terrorists, witching, pocahontas cher, 80's ski bunnies, the morton salt girl, dear lord the list goes on and on...























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bye for now, casey jones
xoxox

for jen

here's a little poem for your anti-foot fetish...

there it is, that was the poem.
...

miss you.

must admit there are a few people on the 'i miss you' list right now.
seattle, don't get hurt feelings.
cause lord knows
i miss you too.