The rantings and musings of an unedited photographer.
Thursday, 5 June 2008
new nudes witn my wonderful marla
" She was fluid moving fire. She was like a spirit stuck into a form that could not hold her. Her hair was black and long and silken and moved and whirled about as did her body. Her spirit was either very high or very low. There was ni inbetween." Buk