A couple of shots from the on-webcam photoshoot Morri and I did last night. I hope you enjoy them! More can be seen at www.livinginthebuff.com and as we get them finished more will be posted.
But today, we're preparing for a shoot with a client - yay!
:D The first one is great- love the look in her eyes, the nose. The second one is striking. Love the face paint, the placement of the hand. Great work.
wow, these are great sorry I missed watching you put it together.
And the crafter in me immediately comes out- I love that outfit- the beadwork is gorgeous-
And the model is a hottie too...lol
The amazing Voodoo Queen :D
Loved the photo shoot!
I love these. The first one appears as more of a painted portrait than a photo. And the second, Braveheart meets Anne Bolyn.
The lines do blur
And the mind will strain
When old familiar feelings
Wash over again
And questions remain
Just as elusive, the blame
As ever their yesterday
When actions result
In inertia not kept
Yet returning to circle
Step by step
Back to familiar
Tracing the lines
The future is only
A repeat of past times
A quick preview of where Morri and I are shooting today...
wooo-hoooo! Pretty cool place. Looking forward to the pictures then :P
Too cool. Too bad you can't shoot on that ceiling, it's pretty amazing.
I am envious. :)
I agree- I love that ceiling and those light fixtures- antique freak, that's me...
I don't know if this is complete yet. I feel like I've been working on it too long and am over thinking the whole damn thing...
Only you can move
This worn and weary hull
Fill my sails
With words of hope
And carry me to the distant shore
Leaving these waters far behind
To drown in them no more
Tides that wash upon the sand
Crack and split the hardened land
Forced upon to prove its worth
Such as the time that wears my hand
Breaking body and spirit’s mirth
Crumbling which was strong and grand
Even mountains reduce to Earth
But the mountains always rise again
So give me rise
And give me hope
Take away my morning fears
Shone in the light of my younger years
And smooth my jagged edges bare
With breath, whispers and seductive sighs
With the grace of your touch
And the heat of your eyes
With all you give that means this much
And not by the flow of my tears
Your words become my feeling
Your touch becomes my sight
I hear your quiet breathing
End the wandering quiet night
I reach to find that in my mind
Memories and moments, never far behind
Like fingertips tracing graceful signs
Seeing a feeling that will never blind
From footsteps on the floor
Coming to me silently
Dark and shapeless shadows
Begging me to give them more
Consuming me with visions
And stealing my eye
Feeling my way down this whitened road
The hard winds chill and sting with snow
Flesh and bones should never be so cold
When for you alone I would sell my soul
Just to keep this hope
The hope that in my heart I hold
Of warmth on cold nights
Passion beyond all my sight
Pouring love into my life
A wine too rich to drink it down
When the hull does crack
With salty brines in which I drown
And the heart does break
Sails lay limp for the windless lake
Your whispers won’t give guide for this trip
Nor save me from the icy grip
No life or love for life and love’s sake
Slippery rail now leaving from the living
Pulled under by the weight of lost and lonely days
The murky water of my past misgivings
This mind and soul, my final grave
Wow, just...oh my god, wow.
I am in awe. :O
I love it , i think its beautiful.
That was... Breathtaking.
You should write more. :)
Birra, I think I just had a poetry orgasm... that was amazing.
Nope this is really good.
You've touched the heart of my soul with your words.
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