Thank you for reading me.

"Shoes on wires" and other so defined things/thoughts left behind, small things a single girl amuses herself with, became not so much a novelty or project anymore. Something about lovable isolation and photographs and finds that make you smirk to yourself, make you broadcast to who knows who, something about that sentiment ended with Asia, but I dragged it through Florida, like Florida was sticky puddy that gathered random sticks and hair, and pieces of paper (evidenced by the last several months of sporadic posts. Can you tell me what is going on here?)

So, eventually what's become of Shoesonawire came out covered in dust and Spanish moss, and the conclusion is that my sharing side deserves a different display cabinet.

One with two window panes, two handles. So, I've gone myopic with him. with Myopic Pictures. It's a place where we explore and write about our ideas: about our picture-life, about riding on bikes, about how to get better at saying something. It's worthwhile, trust me.






I'll see you there, thank you.