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Tag: The Real Slim Katie

cape fear

There’s a thousand words spinning inside

so much to say, so much to keep at bay

trying so desperately to not make it about me

to realise it’s new, and some parts of the old still linger..

and it’s not up to me what you do with them.

Or is it?

I can’t fight an imaginary character,

because in my mind she’s more than me

and if she’s here then

i’m not enough.

But let’s turn the tables,

my mind needs to find the silver lining,

if silver is indeed a colour.

Because in all honesty,

if she was enough,

you wouldn’t be here.

I’m learning, it’s been such smooth sailing,

I know me when i’m with me.

but you

you’re a gale force, a whirlwind

i’ve found myself off course,

yet still managing to adjust my sails

every time brings more knowledge,

more skill,

more hope that this time,

i’ll make it past the rocks

the treacherous cliffs,

into a land where I can put my feet up,

and just love.


It’s been a while
A grin
A smile
Warm days seep into cloudy nights
Whilst neighbours shower
Unaware of observing eyes.

Trauma seeks warmth in the hands of love
And finds, much to everyone’s surprise,
There is trust.
There is need.
There is comfort.
Fear finds no solace here.

Skin feels skin
a warmth rises from within,
its too delicious to be real,
it’s too real,
it’s real x

Imagine finding a beautiful pebble. Smooth, maybe with flecks of crystal through it.
Loved for what it is.
Imagine if that pebble is sad because it feels so small; it used to part of a great cliff or a mountain, now it’s just sitting in someone’s back yard.
But you love the pebble for exactly what it is, as it’s the first time you’ve laid eyes on it.
Doesn’t matter where we’ve come from and what we’ve been through, those that meet us and appreciate us are seeing the beautiful pebble.
Forget you used to be the mountain. Be what you are, and others will love you for it x



Everyone does it these days, with their phones, their go-pro’s,

the camera Aunt Jean bought them for Christmas.

Why do we feel such a drive to capture, lock-away moments?

Today I was reminded.

I arrived at the church 10min before the service started,

made my way up the steps where I was greeted at the door by 2 people handing out the Memorial Service book.

I couldn’t look at the front of it,

the grief had yet to hit me, and I wasn’t prepared to look upon the face I would never see animated again.

I flipped the booklet over, and there it was.

A family photo I’d taken at a party she’d asked me to attend.

Her face of such joy with her husband, their 4 kids.

Happy, smiling, embracing each other the way close families do.

A moment i’d captured, with a single 250th of a second shutter speed,

one of a hundred images I took that day.


This is why I shoot.

This is why I am a photographer.

So that those tiniest of moments can become most treasured when those we love are gone.

I’m honoured by every friend, every friend-of-a-friend, every client that hires me.

Because I know,

that when your house burns down,

you grab the photos.

To be able to give the gift of love captured, is the most precious gift of all.




Spring break

Actually, it’s not Spring yet.

Another 2 weeks or so until the equinox.

But that’s not why I’m here, the title has nothing to do with the weather

and everything to do with love.

Such a laden word. Love.

Yet used so flippantly by many.

Day to day, I can say this word multiple times

but it’s been some time since I’ve looked into eyes

and seen it reflected back with equal ferocity and compassion.

“But you suit single!”, they say.

well, sure – if by that you mean I take all of life’s opportunities, haven’t settled into crazy-cat-lady, coupon cutting, Wheel of Fortune watching, middle-aged spinsterhood..?  

I am none of these things, despite the lack of of a “significant other”.

What else am I to do?

I have life.

Am i not meant to live it?

I’m fit, healthy, intelligent, artistic, employed, fun. I love life, and every morning I invite it.

Oh, but to have that one amazing partner, with who I could jump rainbows with..

That’s my Summer.

To feel the same love that I feel when it’s a 28c day, seagulls are flying, gorgeous glassy waves are calling, it’s 2pm in the afternoon and I’ve cracked open a beer, and cranked up the tunes.

I explode into particles of love on days like that; dancing across the crests of the waves, up through the wispy clouds, into the very sky I’ve been dozing under for 20 minutes, while I secretly listen to conversations, kids playing, waves crashing.

Until then, and it’s not long now, like jasmine in the air taunting me of future delights;

Fly open the school doors, let me cast my books into a messy locker,

as we all run out into the playing fields of potentiality.

I am in my own Spring break.

Temporary. It is.

Desirable. We all are.

Hopeful. I am.

Till Summer.

Till you x



The images that are
Burnt into my brain
That taunt me with their vividness
Are those moments when I was
Sacrificing my soul
For the wrong cause
Knowing it wasn’t the path to take
Knowing it wasn’t me but another so
In a lie I’d been
In your beam of pity.
It’s 22 years ago.
It’s yesterday.
Doesn’t time matter to matter?
Images shine on, no fading
Would have chosen other moments.
If moments could be chosen and not just branded.

you know

From the way I write,

you probably thinking I’m down, depressed

under the weather all the time.

I’m really not.

My blog is my gym, my screaming, my outlet

where I can write whatever the fuck I want

and I don’t care if you like it or not.

It’s not always about you,

you know.

Round 3.

some days are good

some days are bad

this isn’t worth writing about.

We all have them.

What makes the difference though?

Is it internal thoughts,

external occurrences,

or both.

Fucked if i know.

I just know today is a good day.

Even though it’s pissing down with rain outside,

I’ve got no dates this weekend,

no whiskey in the house.

But to watch you smile warmly at me,

for the first time since..

well, that made all the difference.

But….you’ve got a girlfriend,

even though

this weather,

the easy procuring of a bottle of whiskey

a warm blanket, and a crappy movie we could pretend to watch

would have made a perfect

Round 3.




last night was different.


Sure, I’ve been to your house before,

but this time

I was different.

my shoulders dropped,

my breathing calm,

until it wasn’t.. 😉

more willing to be present

I submitted to it

no judgement, no modus operandi

just a meeting of kind souls

desiring a human touch.

my brain shut down

when you kissed me

arms wrapped in the red light

tattoo’s and skin and smiles and

oh my god, your arms.

strong, and warm, and soft,

behind my lower back as I arch.

I’ve been having delicious, secret-smile, flashbacks


You’ve gotta love a friday that starts as such 😉

with words

concrete walls bear words by

permanent markers marking time

of when you were present.


these are not four walls

but a cube of second skin

this sheltered silence

so often indulged.


This isn’t just my home

it’s our home

of you that’s graced

my house with your presence

my kitchen with your cooking

my pillows with your rhythmic breathing

my skin with your…


Alone now, but not always.

A different story, a different name.

I’ve walked these boards

a thousand times

and when they bring in the wrecking ball

those words will explode into the air as dust

indistinguishable from the kitchen sink.


my wild animal friends – your trees, your shelter.

I’m so sorry.

I can move , have to, move house.

They will watch their home turned to concrete,

With words by permanent markers forever lost.

writing wall

I finally became myself here x