A Portrait Photographer Depends Upon Another Person

I Never Wanted To Be Called An Artist. I Wanted To Be Called A Photographer.

For Hours She Danced And Sang And Flirted And Did This Thing That's-she Did Marilyn Monroe. And Then There Was The Inevitable Drop. And When The Night Was Over And The White Wine Was Over And The Dancing Was Over, She Sat In The Corner Like A Child, With Everything Gone. I Saw Her Sitting Quietly Without Expression On Her Face, And I Walked Towards Her But I Wouldn't Photograph Her Without Her Knowledge Of It. And As I Came With The Camera, I Saw That She Was Not Saying No.

There's Always Been A Separation Between Fashion And What I Call My 'deeper' Work. Fashion Is Where I Make My Living. I'm Not Knocking It. It's A Pleasure To Make A Living That Way. It's Pleasure And Then There's The Deeper Pleasure Of Doing My Portraits. It's Not Important What I Consider Myself To Be, But I Consider Myself To Be A Portrait Photographer.

I See Pictures Of Myself And I Always Knew That What I Was Feeling Didn't Look Like That Guy In The Pictures.

I'm Beginning To Feel Like This. Caught The Incredible Sunshine Just In The Nick Of Time Today On My Walk. The Wall Of Rain Approaching From The West Desert Was Pretty Spectacular, Too. Along With Being Gorgeous, It Was Sooo Muddy. Which Made Driving Home In No Shoes So Very Fun :) If Only I Could Post Photos Here! A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, Yes? If A Day Goes By Without My Doing Something Related To Photography, It's As Though I've Neglected Something Essential To My Existence, As Though I Had Forgotten To Wake Up.