I tend to emulate the style of writing from the book I am currently reading. I think everyone should read open throat. Here is what that looks like as I dissect this shoot from Cabo San Lucas.I left the sweat that collected on my upper lip, I don't know why.
I liked it for some reason.
My nose and my lips are the first things to sweat when I am overheating.
the climate of a coastal desert is breathtaking. it feels rich, decadent, like a dark chocolate something. it envelops you, differently than it does in the swamp where I am from.I shot these the day after my birthday. I was angry, the first look I did on this day that is anger more pronounced.
That one will be called the guardian.
You'll see why once I share them. maybe it will make sense, maybe it won't.I didn't bother with my hair, since I knew the humidity would ruin it.It looks wild, I felt wild. I often feel this way. perhaps that's why I left the sweat. The man I play pretend with had upset me in some way.He was disappointing. Nonintoxicating. I attempted to berate him with my wilderness
he was indifferent.