Hot to the Core

As usual, it was a long day of work when your day finally came to a close. You were not just mentally tired, but also physically fatigued from being in performance mode all day long. When you walked in the door of your house, you could feel the tension in your...

The Photographer and the Muse- Conclusion

“Hi, Lauren,” I said. “Your husband borrowed me.” “I see that,” she said, smiling. “And you are?” “My name is Ashlee; I love your work.” “I’m glad. You’ll make a lovely addition to our gallery,” she replied and again lifted her camera. With that, her husband –...

The Photographer and the Muse-Part 1

“C’mon, please? I don’t know the owners at all, but I’m dying to see the house.” My friend Sophie was trying to talk me into going to a gathering in the Hollywood Hills at a house designed by her architecture professor. Sharp lines and right angles aren’t really my...

The Perfect Give and Take

I’ve been thinking about the dynamic between us lately. Sometimes I feel like I preside over our relationship and that you are content being passive and a bit more yielding. Other times it’s reversed, and you take more of an assertive stance. Yet, these opposing roles...

Hot August Nights

Sweet cinnamon lingers on my tongue as I walk along the dark asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel the water beneath my toes as they push forward in my stilettos; the leather is damp, and I can feel it beginning to stretch. The...