and when our bodies rise again,
they will be wildflowers, then rabbits,
then wolves singing a perfect love
to the beautiful, meaningless moon.
color
Domino y Como una Flor /
Although I've done more than my share of trespassing, it was a bit nerve-wracking doing it so close to home.
Read MoreThe Lover's Gift /
When I was still a teenager, I bought a beautiful book showcasing some of the most gorgeous nude and erotic photographs of the time. It was phenomenal, and it only fueled my passion for photo documentation of the female body. Anyway, on the first page there was a a graceful but delicate quote about how all photographs are essentially about love. And I loved that quote. It alludes me now and a quick google search yields no results, but I know I still own the book. Someday soon I'll find it.
Read MoreMr. O /
Mr. O, a frequent patron of my heart but rarely the subject of my art.
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