The gallery
The boundary between what I show and what I keep.
The light gently kissing the skin, teasing your perception.
Where light hesitates before descending.
Absolutely amazing depth of field.
The fold where heat collects.
A fold that has forgotten it was ever open.
A crease that deepens when I am not watching.
When you can't climb the mountain, sit and enjoy the view.
A hollow that fills with whatever you bring to it.
Where the eye rests and forgets to move on.
Where light collects like water in a cupped hand.
The quiet authority of a curve that asks nothing.
A curve of the body rising like a planet from the dark, ringed by a single thread of light.
Where one plane of the body yields to another, and the light forgets there was ever a border.
Skin and rain sharing the same falling light, a body held quiet behind the glass.
Light traces the body's edge and lets the rest fall away, a single line holding back the dark.
The back rising like a slow dune, skin caught in low light.