Kayelless in review

Sugarland
Oh to live on Sugar Mountain, with the Parkers and the colored balloons model: Lady Ania

Sugarland

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain, with the Parkers and the colored balloons model: Lady Ania

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I tried so hard. I wanted to believe

When all else fails add a cat to the picture

model: Ruthness


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I tried so hard. I wanted to believe

When all else fails add a cat to the picture

model: Ruthness

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Just another word for nothing left to lose

seeing it for the first time

model: Lysistrata


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Just another word for nothing left to lose

seeing it for the first time

model: Lysistrata

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Lesson two: The failure of success

In 2007 I took off on my quest to become a serious photographer.  It was during the latter part of that year that I networked with this model.  We met up at a coffee house and shot some pictures there.  That session produced the above.

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Lesson two: The failure of success

In 2007 I took off on my quest to become a serious photographer.  It was during the latter part of that year that I networked with this model.  We met up at a coffee house and shot some pictures there.  That session produced the above.

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Thinking of you

She’s had to deal with a lot lately, but she’s still my little princess.

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Thinking of you

She’s had to deal with a lot lately, but she’s still my little princess.

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Relax out

My boy cat Jak

Most of the pictures of my cats end up on another one of my blogs, Turtle Life v7


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Relax out

My boy cat Jak

Most of the pictures of my cats end up on another one of my blogs, Turtle Life v7

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You never tried to remember me
and here you come asking for a number
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You never tried to remember me

and here you come asking for a number

model: Lysistrata

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These are my tools

or better yet, call them my weapons.  It’s through them that I live and without them I may as well be dead.  The Divine dictates my life and has anointed me with a skill to enable these, my weapons, to extract meaning or purpose from what seems like an inescapable maze of which I stumble to navigate.
A meager substance to some.  A pittance.  Some half-chance effort full of last ditch mediocrity.  They wreak of sub-par and can’t be taken seriously… but they’re the glue that holds my heart together.
However weak my arms may be, they are all I have to carry my load.  However broken they are, my legs are all I have to stand on.
My shell and my weight.  Turtle life.

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These are my tools

or better yet, call them my weapons.  It’s through them that I live and without them I may as well be dead.  The Divine dictates my life and has anointed me with a skill to enable these, my weapons, to extract meaning or purpose from what seems like an inescapable maze of which I stumble to navigate.

A meager substance to some.  A pittance.  Some half-chance effort full of last ditch mediocrity.  They wreak of sub-par and can’t be taken seriously… but they’re the glue that holds my heart together.

However weak my arms may be, they are all I have to carry my load.  However broken they are, my legs are all I have to stand on.

My shell and my weight.  Turtle life.

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