I’m just going to let the photo tell the story.
Tears Will Fall
I’m just going to let the photo tell the story.
self-portrait
Longing
He’s there…but just out of reach. A whisper in the night, laughter floating on the breeze. A smile that touches your lips when he fleetingly crosses your mind.
Waiting patiently, longing to be in his arms, knowing you’re in his heart – that thought comforting you, but only for so long.
You close your eyes, and you’re there. His warmth enveloping you, filling you with a sense of completeness. And sunshine once again floods your soul.
The Boudoir Whale
Odd title for a post about photography…but it came up today in a silly conversation and it just stuck in my head đ
To try to tie it together, I’ll be spouting about the enormous possibilities – oceans worth of them – when doing bedroom shots.
When I think of boudoir photography, I think of very soft, hazy pictures of women in filmy lingerie. There is a huge market in this type of work for women who want to give their partners a little excitement and spice up their love lives (now, why do humpbacks suddenly come to mind? đ )
This photo is one that exemplifies the sensual style that typifies boudoir photography.
But I often choose to swim away from the pod when it comes to my photography. (Don’t krill me; I know that was bad!)
This picture is also a boudoir shot, but it is whimsical and sweet, rather than steamy and sexy.
Yes, I have breached convention with this photograph, but I love lobtailing in the face of the norm đ
And that, my dear readers, is my whale of a story!
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