Another poem.

Alone I sit, all by myself.

Surrounded by people, but alone I sit.

My thoughts stay within my head.

No words cross my lips.

Calls for my attention go unanswered.

Alone I am, despite the hustle of people.

Loneliness,

Despair,

Fear.

People are all around me,

Bumping,

Pushing,

Talking.

But still I feel alone,

even in a crowded room.

A touch of poetry.

Here is one of my poems, it has won several awards, it was one of the ones used by the selection committee to name me "Young Poet of the year" in 1997. I think these pictures of Raelyn go nicely with the poem and also kind of answer where I get my image ideas sometimes.

I hope you all enjoy it, I know I do.

Sea of Madness

Hard, cold fingers caress my back,
pushing my mind to the edge of the sea...
the sea of madness...
Warm, sticky blood tickles my face,
pushing my thoughts to the edge of the sea...
the sea of madness...
Burning, singeing heat warms my insides,
pushing my sanity to the edge of the sea...
the sea of madness...
Bright, white light stings my eyes,
pushing my memories to the edge of the sea...
the sea of madness...
Deep, forceful pain injures my soul,
pushing my very existence to the edge of the sea...
the sea of madness...

Me Fashion?

So lately people have been asking me to do more fashion style work. I usually meet these requests with my head turned to the side and one eyebrow raised... I mean, I have an understanding ofphotography, some even tell me I'm decent and a few even tell me I'm good(but I think they are just trying to pump up my ego).

So, I find myself, with the push from models and friends to do some "fashion" style work on occasion. After talking with the beautiful model Maria again today, I kind of rekindled my interest in doing something fashion wise. It might be because she only has interests in that or it may be because she was such a blast to work with, I honestly have no clue.

I'm including a picture collage of Maria I did awhile back, to show how I like to shoot "fashion".