Procrastination is the thief of time

The thing with photographers is that they start with a full canvas only to remove elements until they are satisfied with the final composition.  In total contrast, the thing with writers is that they start with an empty page and add elements until they are satisfied with the final composition.  So you can see why I might find this foreign medium a bit daunting, and why I might have procrastinated this inaugural post for a period of time that was both excrutiatingly and unnecessarily long.  Plus, I have this twisted need for perfection in my artistic output.  Hmm...methinks the odour of a neurotic only child is a-wafting this way.

Any-I'm revealing WAY too much about myself-how, I'm going to insert a few random photos in this post to make me feel at home among my visual medium.

Ah...feeling a little better.

There now.  I think I'm getting comfortable.

And that's it! I can now bravely blog forth.

Well, folks (and by that, I really mean my actual parents because I don't think anyone else is going to read my babbling), thank you for joining me in my first ever SEEN by Lam post.  I hope you come back and visit once in a while.  Because if you don't, well, I'll hold it against you.  I did already mention that neurotic only child thing, right?