wild horses stole my secrets

we met through the secrecy of the word
in a circular street.

lonely hunters

my own migrant landscape

the corners of a mother (city).

stay a while - nyc & me

nobody taught me how to be a woman

Popping the blog cherry.

I never thought I'd be one to have a blog, but well now I do! It seemed like the best solution to share my photography with the various people in my life and whoever else stumbles across 'fork the randumb', as well as an easier means to keep a visual record of my photo-workings.

It's primarily a photo-blog, but I intend on randomly scribbling thoughts and other workings of my mind that I may (at whatever the time be) have swimming around in my brain-ee. Maybe.

:)