Wow, I just clicked through here by accident, and I see that it's been over 2 years since I last poked my head over the parapet. How time flies.
I wish I could say that I was back, creative and about to comment on all yr lovely pictures and such, but I'm not. I've barely doodled anymore than a design or two in the time I've been away. I've written, sure; but nothing worth sharing - I'm drying up, I guess: grown up life keeps getting in the way. I'm still taking photos, which are all on my flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/the_pale… , but that's little more than a documentary of which weeds are growing, and when.
In fact, just typing this makes me feel old and sad, makes me itch for a pen, a pencil, a page. I don't think I can convince myself to invest the time here anymore though, despite the temptation; it'd almost be an insult to rock up for a few days, with a few poems and a tattoo design, only to disappear for another year or two.
Suffice to say, I'm still alive. Even if I'm not doing anything productive. Hope your note/sketchbooks are faring better.
Sleep tight