Day 19 of photography101… ‘double’. Staring Contest. The glint of his eye glistened as mine flickered, the ink of his pupils darted where mine dashed, and the lids of his eyes shuddered as mine shivered. This was not a contest for the timorous.
editing
Hunt.
Day 15 of photography101… “landscape.” Hunt. I edged lower into the rows of grain, willing the ground to be tight-lipped as it clicked beneath every movement of my limbs. A cracking resonated with every footstep he took. I froze just as his shins appeared above the kernels touching my forehead.
Day 48.
Once upon a time in the City of Angels there lived a man and a woman who were to be married. At the same time lived a writer in London whose words would assist them in twisting the key to the so called ball and chain. I don’t usually find commissions in editing a groom’s […]