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Just wrapped a beautiful shoot with @brinsonbanks and this gorgeous Georgia girl near our ‘hood in LA. Have I ever told you how much fun my job is?
Apr 15, 2014 / 2 notes

Just wrapped a beautiful shoot with @brinsonbanks and this gorgeous Georgia girl near our ‘hood in LA. Have I ever told you how much fun my job is?

My muse.
Apr 15, 2014 / 2 notes

My muse.

David defies gravity and logic at The (magical) Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz. #westcoastexplorersclub
Apr 14, 2014 / 2 notes

David defies gravity and logic at The (magical) Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz. #westcoastexplorersclub

Blue skies and nothing below our feet. #westcoastexplorersclub
Apr 13, 2014 / 1 note

Blue skies and nothing below our feet. #westcoastexplorersclub

We live in such a beautiful country. | Mavericks. #westcoastexplorersclub
Apr 12, 2014 / 3 notes

We live in such a beautiful country. | Mavericks. #westcoastexplorersclub

Yesterday’s waking view: Kujo (our Airbnb apartment cat) and David.  The two most handsome and likeable men in San Francisco.
Apr 11, 2014

Yesterday’s waking view: Kujo (our Airbnb apartment cat) and David. The two most handsome and likeable men in San Francisco.

Instant nostalgia. #westcoastexplorersclub
Apr 10, 2014

Instant nostalgia. #westcoastexplorersclub

A ladder to the sky.  (at Avocados & Coconuts)
Apr 10, 2014

A ladder to the sky. (at Avocados & Coconuts)

Our Airbnb house in San Francisco came with a wonderful cat named Kujo. I’m having to edit/tone/transmit the photos I shoot each day til late every night and he’s been such a champ at helping me stay up til 2am. He’s a great editor, too. I’m not even kitten.  (at Bernal Heights)
Apr 9, 2014 / 1 note

Our Airbnb house in San Francisco came with a wonderful cat named Kujo. I’m having to edit/tone/transmit the photos I shoot each day til late every night and he’s been such a champ at helping me stay up til 2am. He’s a great editor, too. I’m not even kitten. (at Bernal Heights)

Fly away with me
Apr 9, 2014

Fly away with me

Seriously? Seriously. #westcoastexplorersclub
Apr 8, 2014 / 1 note

Seriously? Seriously. #westcoastexplorersclub

Who is to say whereIendandyoubegin (at Moonstone Beach, Pacific Coast Highway)
Apr 7, 2014 / 1 note

Who is to say whereIendandyoubegin (at Moonstone Beach, Pacific Coast Highway)

My love and I are on an adventure up the Pacific Coast Highway today en route to a shoot in San Francisco. This 450+ mile stretch is a visual vacation. It’s just divine. // follow along at @brinsonbanks #westcoastexplorersclub (at Pismo Beach)
Apr 6, 2014 / 1 note

My love and I are on an adventure up the Pacific Coast Highway today en route to a shoot in San Francisco. This 450+ mile stretch is a visual vacation. It’s just divine. // follow along at @brinsonbanks #westcoastexplorersclub (at Pismo Beach)

| Feb. 17, 2007 - From my journal |

my hand, rests more surely on his chest
feels for his heartbeat

desperately grasping at first

listening with my palm.

now
with him
love is different

once my hand got comfortable—
accustomed to his rhythmic beat
the contractions

the inhales and exhales of his heart—

the slow-paced steadiness i’d always known vanished.

the love doubled.
it tripled on itself.

like running up a hill—
my legs burn 
i’m out of breath

my heart won’t slow
the atriums and ventricles expand

and expand

i can’t see the top of the hill
of our ascent

and i don’t even care to look.
maybe there isn’t a top

(my cynicism melts to hope)

i keep running up 
faster and faster

i love him more with each leap

and keep drinking the more.
he gives me the more
i keep letting it expand and pulse

i don’t need to understand the meandhim.
it is foreign.

the meandhim just is.

and it’s right.
Apr 5, 2014

| Feb. 17, 2007 - From my journal |

my hand, rests more surely on his chest
feels for his heartbeat

desperately grasping at first

listening with my palm.

now
with him
love is different

once my hand got comfortable—
accustomed to his rhythmic beat
the contractions

the inhales and exhales of his heart—

the slow-paced steadiness i’d always known vanished.

the love doubled.
it tripled on itself.

like running up a hill—
my legs burn
i’m out of breath

my heart won’t slow
the atriums and ventricles expand

and expand

i can’t see the top of the hill
of our ascent

and i don’t even care to look.
maybe there isn’t a top

(my cynicism melts to hope)

i keep running up
faster and faster

i love him more with each leap

and keep drinking the more.
he gives me the more
i keep letting it expand and pulse

i don’t need to understand the meandhim.
it is foreign.

the meandhim just is.

and it’s right.

And currently, to my right, Tia is using Rex as a pillow.
Apr 5, 2014 / 1 note

And currently, to my right, Tia is using Rex as a pillow.