Another of Angela - a candid as she came from the shower with a towel around her hips. Too much magenta, and she's not too keen on that bit of ear peeking out, but it's a candid. This was about the time Renee Jacobs called from L.A. and I was blubbering incoherently because two gorgeous girls were running around my tiny cave buck naked. You'd think this would be old hat for me wouldn't you, being as I'm an erotic photographer and all? Well, I'm not dead yet and it never gets old.

But maybe I've overdone Angela and Cynnamon lately (duh!). OK, I'll start seeding the blog with others. Obsession is a dangerous thing.

I finished up Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities last night. It was an quick easy read - a good thing because it wasn't particularly enjoyable. A series of fantastic (literal usage) observations of invented cities and an on-going conversation between Marco Polo and Kublai Khan. In the right mood I might have enjoyed the prose and allegory, but I didn't. I'm glad it's done. The book will be in my semi-permanent library for some future reading should the spirit move me. I probably missed something important there.