Simple thing

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

   -Lyrics from "Somewhere only we know" by Keane

Naked poppy

Poppies and ribbon grass

Night Iris

Lilacs and evening light

Many faces

So Sarah and I were going to try to come up with some artistic and profound photo project that she could help me with as a model, but we decided this would be more fun.  Enjoy!

Not so simply Sarah

This is my best friend Sarah, who has come to visit for the long weekend from Pennsylvania.  So of course I warned her before coming that she would be obligated to be my model.  But, feeling guilty that I was planning just to use her I decided that tonight I would try to just get a nice portrait shot for her.  Sarah is an amazing writer, and I very much think it is possible that one day she will be a famous author and I will get to brag that I "knew her when".  So a nice head-shot could really come in handy for her.  And tomorrow I will probably torture her with something more "artsy" so I felt I owed her something. 

(By the way, the last shot is her starting to just give me goofy looks to get me to stop snapping away!  Obviously it didn't work.)



Blame it on the wine

Forgot to post until just now (after midnight), but I blame it on the wine.