Always like your first lover…. you want to say (do) so much, but find your fingers fumbling and mind wandering….nervous. “What if they don’t like me?”
I suppose I got the itch–what a terrible thing to say after referencing sex, to catalogue my travels, my experiences, my friends, etc. Somewhat of a travelogue, where I can share pics of me by other photographers, unlike my platform over on Eternal Soulshine of the Jilted Generation, where the words with the images tell a specific story- their story. In the pictures of me, I get to tell the story….so they should have a place to land, as well as the stories of the artists, the day, the life of the photo.
So….I should stop start writing now….
from the "Pleasure of the Prostrate Pitcher" series, self portrait
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You?? a lose for words? that’s a first? welcome.