I Still Believe...it's you and me 'til the end of time....

And Then...

...there are those days that are so delicious and perfect you don't want them to end. This morning was one of those. Hoping for many more....

i just can't write

i've forgotten all my stories about virginia.  i'm totally consumed with what's going on here.  if you know about my private blog, i'll probably be writing about it there in the next few days.  i need to get it out.  and i need to get away.

i think i will.

in the meantime, here's a snap of Cathy and me, right after her shoot.  She looks lovely; i look unruly and gross.  just how it should be :)

VA in a Nutshell...

...cuz it's full of nuts. 

So, i'm driving up a country road with my momma one day, on our way back from the proverbial "town," and we pass a house where lives the not-so-neat-and-tidy children of the long gone owner who kept it immaculate and lovely.  Mom looks disapprovingly at the property, purses her lips and says,

"If Joe could come back and see what they've done to his place, he'd RE-DIE!"

(Joe is not his real name, btw.)

So, i start HOWLING laughing.  Re-die!  Oh my gawd.  Hysterical!

And now that i'm in the midst of one of the shittiest days of my entire life (don't ask, but you can guess who's the source of the shit-storm), i imagine my mom saying that and it perks me up from the little hell in which i'm currently dwelling. 

Thanks, Mom!

That's all for now.  More on Virginia later.  I've got hundreds of photos to edit for anxious customers.  On! On!

When i Should be Packing

So, i started breaking down my lights and modifiers and thinking about the best way to pack them, but got totally distracted and had realized i hadn't made a photo for my Self-Portrait Project lately. Or have i? Who knows. Anyway:

 

I won't be blogging much for the next week or so.  Miss me, k?  I'll miss you.

Coffee at Bedtime

Ready, set, ramble:

So i've really not been sleeping well lately.  Bryce, the vampire that he is, has been sleeping days and being up nights for...i dunno...weeks now, it seems.  He wakes me up several times throughout the night demanding food, attention, help with a broken toy.  All normal vampire boy things, but man...in the middle of my fragile sleep schedule?

He is currently sleeping.  He pulled a 17-hour waking shift and managed to fall asleep around 7:30 p.m.  So, what do i do, given this platinum opportunity to catch up on sleep?


I have a cup of coffee.

Einstein had nothing on me, really.  I think i'll go jot down some quantum shit and write a few haikus.

What.

And in other news:  my boyfriend, Peter Murphy, is playing in L.A. later this month.  I haven't seen him since he played the 9:30 Club in D.C. about 400 years ago.  Can't wait, can't wait!  I'm also seeing She Wants Revenge on the 16th (ish?).  Come on, you have to admit, this is one of the best songs EVER made:



Ever.

But lately i've really been digging Bent Self.  Check him out here: http://www.bentself.com/  It's been my photo editing music this week and is beginning to stick in my head, in a happy way.  It's dark; it belongs there.  If you don't immediately go fan him on Facebook, i can no longer be your friend.

Chris H., if you're reading this, yes, lunch at Milan!  Why are you not on Facebook?  That's how i organize my life.  I'll email you my cell # though, if i haven't already.

Okay then, that's the news from the 63 moons of Jupiter.