Seriously… I really have to do EVERYthing by myself. In some cases it’s hazardous to let me try things. Remember the first night living on my own when I ended up in the hospital getting my finger stitched up again because a glass broke while I was drying it? Imagine what could happen if I pick up a needle…
If you haven’t heard from me by ten tonight, something really bad has happened.
It’s about time you come home already, Sweetie. I miss you…
D700, ISO200, 20 sec @ f/11, Tamron 90mm macro
So yeah… I was there…. After 33 days in Oblivion, I went to visit Her. I must say, the 33 days went by quite fast. It probably was the time of adjustments and everything, but well… The next time will be 8 weeks, that’s about 60 days from now.
I have a whole lot of Cambridge images to process still, also from the last time, and all come in due time, I promise… For now… I just wallow in self-pity for awhile for being home alone again.
And I thought I’d share some of my earlier works with you. Not a photograph, but a poem from the days when this lifestyle was a structural thing to deal with.
Yes, I know, unexpected, right? But I’m a man of many talents, especially in particular circumstances.
A little twinkle
Reflection of light
In a crystal shaped tear
A little piece of my soul
Rolling down my cheek
Outside the safe
Of our Togetherness
You left again…
Only now I left again…
And I’ll put a very cliché picture up for you with that.
D700, ISO200, 1/180 sec @ f/8, Nikkor 70-200mm
Well… I guess the images speak for themselves, so…
Sit back, relax and enjoy 😉
Sorry, but you're not my type
Hmm, handsome... why don't you come a bit closer?
I think that's more my type
*giggles* Let's play hard to get for a bit
Ok, that's enough. I'm a man of few words...
Ow yeah... ow YEAH!!! Give it to me baby, ahah, ahah!