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06/22/2026

Who are YOU?

Not what you do for work. Not how old you are. Not where you live.

Who are you when nobody else gets a vote?

Who are you around the people who make you feel safest?

What things have been true about you for as long as you can remember?

None of us are one thing.

We're different versions of ourselves depending on whether we feel safe enough to be seen.

So, I'll go first.

My name is Katlin (pronounced Cat-lyn)... like a cat, which I love. But if you call me Kate-lyn, there's a small chance I'll choose violence.
I go by Katie. Or Kate. Or KT.

There are days when I don't brush or fix my hair. It's frizzy, it's a mess, and honestly, I really don't care. 😂

I've worn mismatched socks since I could dress myself. Even if I know I won't see another soul that day, I still won't put matching socks on. Bad juju or something.

I'm silly and childlike around the people I love and feel safe with. My nephews used to think I was their age, or at least close enough.

I'm reserved, shy, and mostly uncomfortable around people I don't know well, or people who don't really know me. The version of me that has to act serious feels like a stranger sometimes.

But if you break through my shell, I'm talkative, outgoing, and have a remarkable talent for saying inappropriate things at inappropriate times.

I'm slightly sensitive, but highly sarcastic.

I care far more than I let on.

I either give vague information or waaaaaay too many details. There is no in-between.

That's me.

Not all of me.

But the parts that have been there all along.

So tell me, who are you?

I know versions of many of you, but that's only a piece of who you are.

I genuinely want to know.

Who are YOU at your core?

06/17/2026

Some evenings remind you why people stop what they're doing and look up. For something that happens every day, a good sunset still feels a little unexpected.
🧡
💜
🩷

06/13/2026

I like flowers in the wild because they're where they're meant to be.
I think I have something in common...
I too should be found in the wild.

06/08/2026

Nature supplied the flowers.
I supplied the drama

06/05/2026

I spend a lot of time wishing I was more technical.

As a person who takes pictures, I look at people who can explain every camera setting, every lighting technique, every editing trick, and I think:
"Why can't my brain work like that?"

I've bought the books.

I've tried to watch the videos.

I've been able to read exactly one page of some of those books. And for a long time, I've thought that meant I was doing it wrong.

Maybe that's why this has been rattling around in my head lately.

This isn't just a photography thing.

Sometimes it feels like I'm standing at the fence wishing I had the skills or techniques that people on the other side have.

From where I'm standing, it looks like they do things so effortlessly.

And somewhere along the way, I started to believe that meant I wasn't good enough.

The world gave me a measuring stick, and I started using it on myself.

But why does their way of doing things automatically become the standard by which I judge my own?

The little kid version of me wasn't asking:

"How do I fit in?"

She was asking:

"What does Katie want to do?"

Maybe "adult" me (I use that term loosely) is trying to reclaim some of that while still learning from the world.

Because there is value in technical knowledge, experience, and expertise.

But there is also value in curiosity, individuality, experimentation, and personal style.

I'm beginning to think the danger is when we start believing one matters more than the other.

Different isn't the same as wrong.

I just want to stop judging myself for doing things my own way.

Maybe that's the lesson.

Or maybe it's just something I've needed to hear myself.

To just keep walking.

As myself.

06/02/2026

Not everything needs a story.
No questionable life choices were made while capturing these beauties.
Just flowers. 🌸
🌸

05/30/2026

Well… I did it again. This time, it was more intentional.

I was drinking and decided I could definitely take better pictures this time around. It was a challenge I couldn't resist. My plan was simple: walk home from my friend’s place with headphones in, music up, just vibing and stopping whenever something caught my eye.

I made it about 1km before my friend, Shelley, and her brother-in-law tracked me down and basically forced me into the car. I allowed it mostly because there were two hills ahead and I’m not built for unnecessary cardio.

When we reached the top of the second hill, I told them I was close enough to walk the rest. What they didn’t know was that I still had about 5km left😂

The walk delivered though. Clear skies, little roadside plants, graveyard ambiance, shoes hanging from overhead wires, and one random guy aggressively losing an argument with himself.

I only had my phone with me, so the photos aren’t exactly crispy, but some of them turned out surprisingly decent considering the circumstances.

Because, you know… the goal is always to keep getting better at things 😏

Eventually I made it home, collapsed on the couch, and was immediately claimed by my house panther like I was furniture 🐈‍⬛😴

05/23/2026

We had our first wicked storm of the 2026 season. Every 5 to 10 minutes, my phone was screaming with that loud, annoying emergency alert noise because of tornado warnings.

Naturally, the second I heard the warning, I grabbed my drone and ran outside… like any stable, well-adjusted person would do.

The clouds were ominous and absolutely mesmerizing. I stood out there completely fascinated until my drone controller started screaming about high winds and the very real possibility that McFly was about to get launched into another postal code.

I brought him down and ran inside just as the rain started pouring down. My little house panther and I stared out the living room window, monitoring the apocalypse. The rain was coming down sideways and thunder rattled the house. I thought for sure, this was my moment.

Fun fact: I’ve wanted to see a tornado ever since I watched Twister in 1996. Still one of my favourite movies to this day.

With every new alert, my heart raced with anticipation.

Unfortunately for my storm-chasing dreams, and fortunately for literally everyone else, the tornado never showed up here.

But after all the chaos passed, the sky exploded into one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen.

05/15/2026

Tiny reminders that beauty survives every winter.
Even if spring in Ontario keeps hitting the snooze button 🙄

05/09/2026

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱
There comes a point where your thoughts stop arriving gently and start crashing into each other like crossed wires.

I know this feeling.

The overthinking. The mental static. The sudden urge to disappear for a while.

This is usually the part where I run… or technically, I drive.

The urge to leave isn’t always about escaping life. Sometimes it’s about trying to regulate in a way that works for me.

Somewhere along the road, my thoughts slow down. The world outside the window starts moving instead of my mind moving in circles.

Even though my brain is searching for silence, perspective, and the reset… I can’t just leave right now.

I started something new. Something I actually really like.

So now I’m sitting with the feeling instead of outrunning it.

Before, my instinct was: “Leave.”
Now it’s: “I want to leave… but I also kinda want to stay.”

And that feels new. Like it means something.

Still though… Every time life starts getting too loud, this feeling comes back.

Transmission overload.

Too much noise. Not enough silence

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