Lately I have been taking a lot of night shots. This might lead people to believe I am a vampire, which may be true. I am kind of pale and white, but to be honest, I’d rather be Bella Swan than Edward Cullen. I do have some special feelings towards Edward Cullen and biting off his neck have nothing at all to do with them. Nevertheless, the business of the photos. I have more night shots. Edward Cullen, come out, come out where ever you are:
Maybe??:
I have to believe that because lately, it has gotten pretty darn cold. Here are a few photos to remember what summer looks like:
When I took this one, I immediately thought of Degas’ statue of the young dancer. Don’t you agree?:
I mean how else do you explain these two shots?:
Festive, sorta:
She needs some ice cream:
Winter needs some happy, happy, happy colors:
No, this is not the house from the classic novel, or the movie of Truman Capote’s life, but there is a scene in the movie where there is a cold, abandoned house that has always fascinated me. Don’t ask me why and hence I feel its influence here:
And the shoes, come on, they make this shot:
