It feels like meditation in one image to me.
Their complementary skin tones, the deep reds and greens and the blue of the background are working for me.
Sometimes I just need to do a shoot that isn’t work.
The bench is notable enough that it’s got its own article in Atlas Obscura.
That’s a lot of magnets.
Seems like I suddenly have a prompt.
I can’t seem to get motivated the way I did last time.
I think it takes the middling days to understand that everything is cycles.
Well, that’ll make an artist’s day.
It worked out well, and I imagine you’ll see what I mean at some point.
If this gets out of hand, Mikey, I’m totally blaming you.
I met Heather shortly before leaving the Rose Marie.
Same person, same shoot, half an hour apart, entirely different tenor.
I’ve mentioned The Pose.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these.
It’s funny, the things you learn from unexpected sources.
It really hit me that I’m leaving this place.
It’s a tough life, sometimes.
A philosophical contemplation on the transition from summer to winter.
I’ve been thinking about this pose and what sorts of variations can be done on the basic theme.