Shelby writes things with her hands, face.

Sure I’ve taken some pictures in my time. Some real great pictures. If you saw them you’d say “yep! That right there is absolutely a picture.” And I’m not going to call myself an artist, just because I took some photos of flights of fancy. I’m not going to call myself a poet for that alliteration. But would someone whose not an artist be able to take photos of flight of fancy? And would a not-poet be able to come up with that kind of alliteration? HA HA Don’t make me laugh, oh wait too late. You made me laugh. You made me laugh because of course not. So am I saying I’m an artist/poet? Yes. Have I taken pictures of rainbows? Yes. Shoes carelessly tossed aside? Yes. A girl’s hair falling into her face? UHH UHH UH YES. So if you’re looking for the best damn photographer this side of that side of some place, don’t come to me. Cause I don’t buy into your - “commercial” - bullshit. Also my phone’s screen cracked and that’s what I use to take most of these pictures.