been a while since i’ve posted. modeling hasn’t been very artistic lately. and i guess i haven’t been too inspired myself. and life tends to get in the way. but i’m home and things are resembling normal again.
it felt good to bring out the camera again. my wonderful housemate, mr. beasley, motivated me to shoot something for a competition. and seeing current entries on the organization’s website, very few of which had subjects in possession of Y chromosomes, i figured a series of self portraits would be redundant. so i cautiously asked my Cute Boy and was happy when he agreed to pose. of course, it could have been the promise of fresh baked cookies.
every time i am in this room, i want to photograph something. but i usually don’t. otherwise the conversation might go something like this:
“i thought you were here to see me.”
“well, yeah, but… don’t you see how this window light really accentuates the wood grain on the dresser? hey, could you just stand right here for a second? perfect!”
“[grumble] my coffee’s getting cold.”
actually, he’d probably understand. or at least pretend not to be bored to death. i won’t try to find out.
after shooting we ate cookies and watched shark week.
people sometimes affect you in ways you don’t expect.