On the drive home tonight, speckled with deer and wild jack rabbits, Thomas asked what the biggest difference was, shooting a man for the first time in the river. I didn't have an answer then, but after editing these previews I now know, without a doubt.
When I am shooting women, I am constantly and freely telling them what I absolutely love about them, because, each and every time, I am falling in love. It's part of what I do and what I'm all about. I can't help it, and I don't really want to.
But, with Wiley, I locked a lot of that up, because I didn't want it to be awkward for him. And now that I'm home, and editing, I'm just like fuck that. Why was I afraid to tell this beautiful human being just how incredible I think he is? Don't brilliant and strong men deserve to hear it, too? Don't their rough edges deserve to be traced with grace?
So, my friend, I just want you to know, I think you are beautiful and I think your freckles are awesome and I am totally humbled and honored that you came all the way from Washington and trusted me with this, tonight.
Here's to new beginnings...
