hello.hello.again.

'Three tomatoes are walking down the street: Poppa tomato, Momma tomato, and Baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind and Poppa tomato gets really angry; goes back and squishes him, says, "Ketchup."'- Mrs. Mia Wallace....

here is a big bottle of catch-up courtesy of Miss C.Garay

a bit more from Spring Break in Valdez...

Pre-During-Post Fire and Ash session in downtown....

This may only be a ten photog update, with little to no commentary or captions (HTML and I are at odds for the moment), but be assured that despite the current lack of methods in which to document the adventures of myself and company, they happen. Though it wouldn't be a ridiculous claim to state that the tales of my adventures (and misadventures) are written clearly on my legs, feet and hands; in a language only read by those who know it, and learn it at the top of every mountain, and the edge of every curb.