Once upon a time, before I ever thought of picking up a camera, I wrote short stories. They often involved a bohemian young woman, in good spirits mostly, searching for something rather intangible. Not an uncommon storyline I know.

Eventually, in a coffee shop, a tea house, or a meadow by the side of the road, she would meet a man. A complicated fellow of the “still waters run deep” sort, if you know what I mean.

The two would engage in all sorts of experiences. From playful to painful, all of the acts in one way or another focused on finding joy in one’s life …

… and discovering sometimes unexpected beauty if one were willing to see the world through the fresh eyes of another.


Regardless of how much beauty found, by story’s end, the man and woman had often physically parted, choosing to walk separate life paths.

Even so, by story’s end, it was usually clear that the characters would remain forever connected by their memories.

I have not written such stories in many years but they came to mind this week as I sorted through these pictures I took of two friends in their vintage garb. Knowing of my desire to build my portfolio, they offered me the opportunity to photograph them in various settings. Quite a treat with such photogenic folk. And quite unexpectedly inspiring. Not sure if I will ever put pen to paper for such stories again, but I do look forward to future fashion shoots.


