Some days I have a modicum of sense. I almost posted/just deleted one of the emails I wrote on the Full Buck Moon. It was to a model from Cincinnati who was going to be in town and wanted to know if we could shoot together. Claimed to be five feet tall and eighty-eight pounds. A pixie. Sure, I had told her, how many chances does one have to photograph such a thing. Way led to way, though, and she wrote a day later saying that the people she was going to stay with were going to be out of town, so her plans had changed. Gypsies, I assumed. I am lucky to have escaped that. But my email response was full of whimsy and moonlight. Better left alone.
I think I will begin sending hand written letters instead. I know I've said that before. But who wouldn't like getting something other than bills and junk mail falling through the mail slot (I still have a mail slot, though I know they are becoming rare). As photography becomes easier, I am trying to make it harder. I should do the same with writing as well.
Please do post at least some of what I am imagining are the lunatic ramblings of the now infamous Buck Moon emails.
ReplyDeleteyes please post 'cause i didn't get one... :)
ReplyDeleteWell. . . I can't just yet. But it seems, at least, that the mad ramblings were well received. And don't worry too much. There will be other nights like that. Your email is surely in the offing : )
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