(All pics. snapped on 6/11/11)
Oooh...you guys...I almost took the low road. But at the last minute I stopped myself from publishing the entry that I've been painstakingly perfecting, meticulously masterminding, fastidiously formulating and carefully constructing - since finishing the one before this.
I'd compiled hundreds of seething words, scathing accounts - of all that's made me listless, bitter and baleful of late...and as I reached the homestretch of the entry's completion - I had a change of heart and thought it best to bail.
Cathartic or not, everything I'd written was completely cringe-worthy...and none of what I had to say should be inflicted upon my readers...well, save 4 or 5 particular dickheads out there - but.........SEE?! There I go again!
Bottom line is, I degrade my blog and myself when I use it as a platform to underhandedly exact revenge on nefarious tools...or vent about the disappointments that have become almost comically commonplace, these days. But more than anything - I can't stand it when I sound so pitiful and weak. This is supposed to be about my pictures, not my personal life, right? Right. And I think it'll be better for everyone concerned, if I stick with that m.o....if not forever, then at least until I get my head back on straight.
Thank you to the kind folks who let me stage two very different shoots - on two separate visits to their farm, this past weekend. The photos in this entry are from the second group of pics..
Unfortunately, the late evening sun had already slipped down behind the trees by the time I arrived back at their place to have another go. And after taking a series of underexposed shots, I caved and broke my cardinal rule to never use the flash. I was happy though, with the silhouettes that were produced later on - when I experimented with the flash turned back off.
By the time I burned the dress at the end of the shoot - practically everything I'd brought with me (including myself) was covered in the super sticky, corn syrup fake blood...ew. So yeah, I was exhausted and filthy when I left - but that's the good stuff, man...part of what makes self-portraiture so rewarding, and just one of the many reasons that I truly do love it.........(now if I can only remember to not forget that anymore...)