Mostly photography will be posted here, as well as some fandom-ish things.
Personal entries can be found at ghosts (my LiveJournal).

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photography

NOTE: My photography is mine, and mine alone. Unless you've been given permission, please do not take and claim as your own, upload/archive anywhere or edit/use in graphics. I do not make stock photography.

If, for some reason, you would like a print or would like to suggest submission somewhere (contest, magazine, etc) you can contact me via one of the following:

  hi (@) vomitbox(.)org -remove brackets and spaces / or pm me via Dreamwidth
  Fog Over London

Boredom struck and I've decided that should I ever use this completely, there should be an intro post, just 'cause. I never did one on LJ because I started out rather privately on there (switching from one name to another) and wanted to be hush~hush for awhile.

Intro post is here if yer curious.


I should probably go work more on my Skins series 1 picspam before I become sidetracked with Warcrack, sleep, IM's, etc. Or Tumblr. Does anyone use DW anymore? echo echo echo

i have photos to post. i haven't posted here in awhile, mostly because no one uses DW and i have another journal where I am posting photos atm. maybe i'll come back here. mostly posting this up here to share with people who aren't on lj :)


not sure my body's done fucking me around. i felt fine yesterday, enough so that i went to the beach with my cousin timmy (kenny wanted to sulk in his room, long story) and we bought jones soda because it's colorful and sat in the sand talking about plastic dinosaurs, my drunk mother, and how we wished we had plastic buckets and shovels so we could make sandcastles.

i buried my jones' bottle and timmy said it looked like a secret message. the bottle said 'peace'. the beach was quiet, water was beautiful. i said it really did have a message and we kind of smiled. i did a few cartwheels to amuse him and somehow came home with sand down the back of my shirt, in my pants and in my socks. we also went into this antique store and i saw a beatles album that made me think of john c., and a shirt that made me think of mike. i left there rather quickly.

we tried getting into the beach houses that belong to the rich but the password we used to know didn't work on the keypad and i wasn't up to climbing the fence. found spiders that were the size of a dollar and we visited this woman's gallery. i love her work, and i miss my moleskine.

( photos, lots of them. 50+. )