Friday, August 28, 2009

Bondage Poetry

The cage is not a prison,
It's protection for my treasured possession.
The lock doesn't mean I don't trust you,
It's a symbol of my control.
The chains aren't merely to bind you,
They also decorate and enhance your beauty.
My passion for you isn't blind,
My goal is to help you reach beyond yourself,
To explore your ultimate desires,
To guide you when you falter,
To be strong when you might tremble,
To cherish and nurture your spirit,
Until you bloom, a rose among the dandelions.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Tropical Sunset

Playing with washes and silhouettes. The "sun" in the sky is something that was stuck to the scanner glass.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Bear Bag

Inspired by a photo from the Ultralight Backpacking site.

The idea here is that you hang your food and toiletries (yes, bears consider toothpaste to be food) high enough and far enough out from the trunk to be out of reach, and on a branch thin enough that he can't shimmy out and reach it. It's always a good start to the day to find your bear bag untouched.