November 2009
2 posts
I want to photograph you (naked, on my bed) in this diffuse, counterintuitively warm, fall light. muted light shafts from windows, humid steam heat, sprawled stretching, comfortable grinning.
there is a way she offers herself which is more a challenge than mere passive proffering - hands spreading her ass or pulling my hand to her breast - it is an invitation, but one made only once, and which is contingent on the method of acceptance, the zest with which it’s grasped.
