B leaves for New Zealand at the end of September and it's pretty sad. During our strenuous 4 year relationship we were often on the verge of killing each other, and other times we were so in love we couldn't leave each other for a moment.

Since our breakup, our friendship has grown to such an extent that I am truly heartbroken that she is leaving.. for good maybe.I wish her all the best and thank her for being my model over the last few weeks.

She has agreed to do a few more shoots before her departure, for which I am grateful, since I am really not that good with people, and finding another person for my photos will be an impossibility.

On the other hand I am also excited that B is finally making room for herself in the world and putting her dreams above all else for a change.

She never questioned where we went on our Photo-ventures, and was alwasy willing to get up at whatever time it took.

Thanks Fairy-girl, I wish you well.

Sacrifice

For the good of the many.

Model from blacksockstock - http://blacksockstock.deviantart.com/art/stock-1030-93037606

Attack.. Kill.. Maim!

Bagus ready to pounce on some unsuspecting insect.

Two steps forward..

..and three steps back.

What is a man to do? This morning at about 05am, while I was in the shower, some bright(or is that dark?) sparks stole my little car.

And only Monday I employed a lady here in my department, on the understanding that I could get her to work and home every day. Now, I have to rely on her family to get me to work. How fucked up is that, I ask you?

Everytime I think I'm just getting ahead, someone comes along and fucks up everything.

Fuck everything.

Bagus

At first I thought 'Dude' because he was so cool when I got him, but Bagus sounds more powerful. As is the nature of Boerboels they can be both powerful and good dogs, hence the Balinese word meaning 'good'.

Ba - gutteral G - and Us

The Blue Waterbottle

Found this old waterbottle while rummaging through the rubble at an old Tannery in the mountains. The date on the base is 1953.

The Old Stone Tannery

Azure

A week past a crisp new sheet I lay
and with it a new breath I breathe
my lungs expand my nostrils flare
an unfamiliar feeling rises from within

I stare into your beautiful eyes
an intoxicating bleau celeste
and I run my fingers through your hair
mesmerised by your laughter

open and fresh.. a picture of innocence,
and a touch of naughty, as your mouth
turns to a smile

Tranquility Way