My Phantasmagoria…god I love that word.

Sitting in the room of inspiration, missing my girls, and looking at the walls that inspire such thoughts and ideas. Everything that is “me” are on these walls, my past, my present and my future. They are not possessions, but ideas, dreams and desires. Right now I feel like I need to be inspired once again. Dear friend, it is my cave.

My need? My lust? My phantasmagoria?

My studio, white walls filled with glass frames full of life. The light of the laptops illuminating the single white chair facing them. Camera’s piled in the corner waiting for the eye to once again look through the lenses. To feel the excitement coming from an index finger as you hear the faint “click” of the shutter release button.

A gallery in which I can walk the halls at night and feel at peace. Surrounded by my pictures, my muses. Falling in love with each place and each person all over again.

Fly or Die…

For those that didn’t quite appreciate (Yes I’m talking to you…heterosexual life partner) having a “personal photographer” every moment of the day….its only going to get worse…