Oh, hell.. why not.

but she's not the only one who wanted your ass, dear ...

Let's not talk about wanting asses, that might lead down some interesting paths. :kiss:

I attached it in this one.

Bear i would love to get my hands on that towel you had on!!!

You know, if you pull it right, it comes right off ;)

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This is how he looks in the fading grey of winter light. When the color has been washed out of the sky and all the leaves are gone. The wind is sharp and biting, and the cold seeps into your every crevice. Warm muscle and skin is no match for that lonely endless biting cold..
 

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This is how he looks in the fading grey of winter light. When the color has been washed out of the sky and all the leaves are gone. The wind is sharp and biting, and the cold seeps into your every crevice. Warm muscle and skin is no match for that lonely endless biting cold..

Can I help bring some of the color back?:devil:
p.s. I have cookies;)
 
You know, if you pull it right, it comes right off ;)

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This is how he looks in the fading grey of winter light. When the color has been washed out of the sky and all the leaves are gone. The wind is sharp and biting, and the cold seeps into your every crevice. Warm muscle and skin is no match for that lonely endless biting cold..


beautiful!

How do you do your lighting???
 
beautiful!

How do you do your lighting???

I take the pictures where the lighting looks good, or where the shadows fall where I want. Kind of why there aren't that many pictures in this thread.. I don't take them unless the timing's right.
 
In the mind's eye...

Another memory shrinks to a shining silver ball in his hand, pulsating and glowing with life. He stares, hunched over, into its depths, reliving the moment as new, body shivering as tears streak the tanned and bearded face.

His knife streaks from his side, smashing into the ball and cutting the heart and life from it.

Blood red and silver drip onto the floor and scatter, mingling with the tears already fallen. Unfolding his long, lean body, he places the memory on the shelf without looking.

Barren and pale, lifeless and dull, the memory sits among its vast number of companions, all life and love removed. Empty of meaning and purpose, they sit in dusty rows, waiting for the day they might be relived, a pale shadow of their former glory.

Then another memory shrinks to a shining silver ball in his hand...
 
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Let's not talk about wanting asses, that might lead down some interesting paths. :kiss:

I attached it in this one.



You know, if you pull it right, it comes right off ;)

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This is how he looks in the fading grey of winter light. When the color has been washed out of the sky and all the leaves are gone. The wind is sharp and biting, and the cold seeps into your every crevice. Warm muscle and skin is no match for that lonely endless biting cold..



"digicam 150" picture is great. You take amazing pictures.

Oh the time I could spend touching your body...

:kiss:
 
Another memory shrinks to a shining silver ball in his hand, pulsating and glowing with life. He stares, hunched over, into its depths, reliving the moment as new, body shivering as tears streak the tanned and bearded face.

His knife streaks from his side, smashing into the ball and cutting the heart and life from it.

Blood red and silver drip onto the floor and scatter, mingling with the tears already fallen. Unfolding his long, lean body, he places the memory on the shelf without looking.

Barren and pale, lifeless and dull, the memory sits among its vast number of companions, all life and love removed. Empty of meaning and purpose, they sit in dusty rows, waiting for the day they might be relived, a pale shadow of their former glory.

Then another memory shrinks to a shining silver ball in his hand...

A good way to remove heartache. :rose:
 
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