The way I met Kate was rather serendipitous. She contacted me via a friend of an acquaintance when one of the rooms in my apartment was available. If you know me, you know of my love of coincidences-- or things that appear to be so. We interviewed one young prim and proper girl, who was sweet as pie, but I knew would never be able to handle my frequent mood swings of the time. Kate was young and quiet, but I sensed that there was a bit of grime nestled under her fingernails and I liked that. Oddly, she was originally from North Carolina, as I am, and had grown up attending a Quaker school. My family were (mostly non-practicing, wanna-be) Southern Baptists, but two of my good friends had spent time in the sprawling fields of Indiana at a Quaker college, so it seemed that these two commonalities meant she should stay with us-- and she did for awhile.
Here are her photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitemule
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these are really fucking great..
pass on some big ups.
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