Hazy

I am going back through the past year, taking stock, trying to finish the artistic process I began. I shot and edited this shortly after giving birth, while still in the haze, the fog of war the afterglow. I hate the silly lensflare I added but you live and learn. The rest I love, it speaks of those foggy moments where all that matters is holding close, sleep and tiny breaths upon your neck. When for hours you gaze in awe at your passion made flesh resting upon your lovers chest, and that is more than enough.

9-19-10