inside out

There is no life I know to conquer with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.

winning.

I sleep with my door open because I don't care. It's a bright mellow morning. Ass half covered in sheet slowly melting into my body. A serpent in my sleep. I don't care if the sun calls my attention each fifteen minutes with a lazy gaze. The sheets are too inviting. I float atop a cloud, a dream, a simmer of morning in each sinking exhale. At times I dream I rise to you. A bareback shielding each long lash from the croaking sun. It's a shape I've come to like, love in fact. Each finger urges to touch, to scale but are incapable. My eyes have betrayed and not woken from their gluttonous sleep. I awake to what I knew all along. The sun and I are pals this morning and share it wrapped in clouds and sheets and dreams. Nothing but air can keep me here.

time stands still....

Steps

I'm going to try to post some of my favorite shots of the past two/three years. A little cleansing process for me and a little enjoyment for you.

It's been a beautiful ride.

I'm back.