I don't like pretty girls
I've become really interested in portrait and fashion photography lately.
Basically anything involving people.
I would really like to try my hand at a little of this -sort of Phillip Warner without the fetish and nudity - but alas, I have no models and its hard to take good pictures of yourself.
I'm going to ask Matt and Penny if they're interested in doing a little modelling for me...actually, this is probably the first they'll hear about it.
In other, sad news my favourite horse - yes Leggs aka my best friend and the only living thing I trust with my entire life on a regular basis - lamed herself the other day.
A few hours before I was due to ride her, she went hooning around with a couple of other horses and hurt her leg. I have no idea how long she'll be out of action but it was so painful for me to watch her try and walk...it was made even more so by my having to ride Jake instead.
Yes, Jake, my arch nemesis. I just have to touch this horse and it tries to eat me...granted, it hates just about everyone and everything but I think he senses how much I resent him as well.
I spent the entire hour fighting with him. He's the only horse I know that won't even respond to a smack...he's either masochist or slow.
It's funny, these past couple of nights I've really been questioning my relationship, or lack of, with Scott.
I know he just wants me as some kind of toy and I know that I need more than that.
Until he can give me the emotional committment I want, and deserve, I'm not gonna even think of having sex with him...hmm, that could be a figure of speech though.
Guess who smses me out of the blue just when I've decided this? Yes, non other than the man himself.
Basically anything involving people.
I would really like to try my hand at a little of this -sort of Phillip Warner without the fetish and nudity - but alas, I have no models and its hard to take good pictures of yourself.
I'm going to ask Matt and Penny if they're interested in doing a little modelling for me...actually, this is probably the first they'll hear about it.
In other, sad news my favourite horse - yes Leggs aka my best friend and the only living thing I trust with my entire life on a regular basis - lamed herself the other day.
A few hours before I was due to ride her, she went hooning around with a couple of other horses and hurt her leg. I have no idea how long she'll be out of action but it was so painful for me to watch her try and walk...it was made even more so by my having to ride Jake instead.
Yes, Jake, my arch nemesis. I just have to touch this horse and it tries to eat me...granted, it hates just about everyone and everything but I think he senses how much I resent him as well.
I spent the entire hour fighting with him. He's the only horse I know that won't even respond to a smack...he's either masochist or slow.
It's funny, these past couple of nights I've really been questioning my relationship, or lack of, with Scott.
I know he just wants me as some kind of toy and I know that I need more than that.
Until he can give me the emotional committment I want, and deserve, I'm not gonna even think of having sex with him...hmm, that could be a figure of speech though.
Guess who smses me out of the blue just when I've decided this? Yes, non other than the man himself.