And One of These Mornings You're Going To Rise Up Singing.

I'm still alive. Just distractible.

Unlike this fellow here. He's just plain old deaded up.


Hulk Smash


People Suit


If she can't get her way....

We Are Standing On The Edge

Asylum didn't go well.

Would rather not talk about it.

Token shots. They're shit, but they're all I have for my wasted journey.



No escaping plz.



Oh dear.



Mountains would make for fun delusions...



1UP.

You Loom So Deep And Wide

Decemberists.

I think that sums everything up. I had a fabulous time. I was high the entire time and I didn't even feel real at some points. That's how amazing it was.

Picture wise, they're not the best. But it was very dark, I wasn't as close as I'd have liked, my flash was broken, and my hands were shaking so hard I nearly dropped the camera on several occasions. But all things considered, they're not bad. Just... adequate I guess.

I won't lie to you, most of the pictures are of Colin. I'd like to claim this is because I was in the middle, and so was he... but..




The elusive shadow dwelling Mr. Chris Funk.


Barely visible Nate and Jenny.


John being conducted by Colin



Shara being fabulous and goose bump inducing.



Becky, being a ghost with Colin, as they had both died by this point.








Shara telling Colin. He knows what he did.




Nate is impossible to photograph.


Cheerio London!





... *swoon* <3

You're So Cute When You're Frustrated

I dragged my frankly gorgeous hair up to Talgarth again.

I'm pretty miffed at myself to be honest. I made a rookie mistake, and most of my photos weren't worth even trying to salvage. So, here's the few that were passable by the lowest standards.

Got Me A Movie

Going back to the Asylum on Friday. Hopefully I'll take some worthwhile photographs.. I've been somewhat uninspired recently.

Lost Within The Reeds

Okay, srsly guys, photo's soon enough. But for now, I'm bricking it a little.

Plinth is just over 24 hours, if you'd be so kind as to give me some feedback on my little speech, I'd be most grateful. Cheers lovers!

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My name is Katie.

I am a student, I’m studying photography in Hereford, and the student loans people wont accept my phone calls, so there’s a good chance I won’t be able to pay my rent this term. I spend money I don’t have on Starbucks coffees, I think they put crack in their lattes.

I’m married to a gay man who can’t keep secrets from me and I’m friends with a spice girl, Buffy, a merchant who sells boats from beneath his jacket, and a bingo caller with a taste for Dogging.

I have a super hero secret identity that only a captain with tourettes knew about before now. I can’t disclose this identity, to do so would be to put the world at risk. Worry not, whilst I am here, Baron Von Funkenstein is covering my post.

I’m scared one day I’ll wind up a jobless mess with children by men whose names I don’t know, and appear on the Jeremy Kyle show. On the flip side, I’m scared I won’t get to go on the Jeremy Kyle show. Someone needs to tell Graham that he sounds more condescending than comforting.

I love the Decemberists. Some could say that what I do transcends love, and has reached a scary level of obsession. All the same, I’m dedicating what’s left of this hour to playing their latest album through. Consider this the listening party I didn’t get to go to because I don’t live in LA.

The Decemberists make songs about sailors, gangs, bank robberies and the summer, with words that are so long, you would never normally expect to hear them in a song. Please enjoy The Hazards of Love. the album has a shape shifting dear for gosh sake!

Illuminate The No's On Their Vacancy Signs

I passed my second year, based on a project that literally took me 2 weeks from start to finish. I don't know if that should bother me or not.

Maybe I'm just that good.

Onto the Third.