Nothing to Write Home About

Not really even sure what to say about these pics., or the 4 hours that I spent snapping' 'em in this beguiling, log hovel...hmmmm…let's think...

...I guess I could start with this: the duration of the shoot (compared to what I've grown accustomed to) was surprisingly unremarkable. That's not to say that it was boring, or disappointing - I actually enjoyed messin' around in this monstrosity. There were ample enough adrenaline surges to keep me alert, engaged and entertained - like when I scared a couple of medium-sized, furry critters out of the house, as I tippy-toed across a squeaky box springs - EEK! Pretty much from that point on, my heart rate never did level out completely. Every time I heard a car coming up the road (to which the log house with its doorless doorways, and sashless windows - sits very close) I stopped what I was doing, and hurriedly hid behind the closest wall, while still being careful not to fall through the predominantly water-damaged floor. 

 The bottommost steps on the staircase were either no longer existent, or approaching complete disintegration - and because I didn't trust what remained of the unstable stringer to provide a safe means of access to the upper floor - I opted to shinny up the exterior of the rear wall, and in through a second story window to get there. It's not so much that I'm afraid of heights really - but more that I'm terrified of falling from high places, and because basically everything that I grabbed ahold of as I tried hoisting myself in through the window opening - felt either soggy, brittle or loose - it took me awhile to calm down even after I had managed to make it safely back inside the house, and into one of the upstairs bedrooms.

I even kept preparation for this shoot down to a minimum...packing (along with my usual gear) only the rose-colored, silk blouse (cuz I thought it might look nice against the flaking, pink milk paint wall that I'd noticed the first time I went to the log house to take pictures with my phone), and the yardage of sheer, black fabric that I bought ages ago - but hadn't found a proper use for 'til now...I did maybe spend a leetle too much time futzuin' around with the black fabric pics. (185 total frames, and just under two hours...woah), but for some reason I never got frustrated or seriously pissed off…and it's definitely not like me to be that mellow when I'm struggling...

So see? There's not a whole lot to tell about this shoot…(which may be a good thing, who knows)…