On the Forest Floor

The shots in this story must have come to me in dream. I don't know... guess I just like to picture women in kind and flattering (but kinda fun and tongue-in cheek) ways. The art editor of the Cincinnati Enquirer calls my work "semi-erotic fairy tales" (or something like that). And I guess they are.

These are all personal work. Photos that were created simply for their own sake. What do they mean to me? I don't take them seriously enough to even try to answer that question. A pet peeve of mine is the way some artists take themselves and their work way too seriously... you know, the ones who are always ready to clear their throats, lower their voices reverently, and expound about their work ad nauseum...