Visited the Wright Brothers' Museum in Kitty Hawk (Outer Banks, North Carolina) with a collegue yesterday. Kill Devil Hill is only a lump of sand, but it kicked my ass. Lotta walking. Gotta get back into some kind of shape. We all know getting out of shape is only caused by flaws of character. Sigh.

Chantel (with rings on fingers) and Ashley (with fingers on neck). I think the tension caused my the hand on the neck - that proprietary gesture - was pretty good. Otherwise, this isn't a great photograph. Buuuut...I haven't been home long enough to scan or even develop the newest work and will get home for only a few days before the Chicago trip where I'll be exposing a whole lot of new film with at least three really hot models. Ahem...I'm an artist...what I meant was "three really fine models."

Reading a lot lately. I'm a fan of Umberto Eco and picked up "Umberto Eco On Literature" down at the Books-A-Million here in New Bern a few days back. The very first essay on Dante's Paradisio gave me something to think about doing photographically. The style I mentioned in the last post. In the mean time I've decided to book no more models until I've had a chance to think about how to make that work.