is nearly gone, in a whirlwind of wonder (including a certain bit of captivity at the hands of relentless snowstorms); a month that has eclipsed its past ancestors and ignited a new chronological year.

Impromptu fun with Nicotine in natural light and a soft, intimate setting. Maybe I should actually look into acquiring myself some translucent white curtains if this is any indication of what I can expect…

…is what you get when you’re taking pictures of dancers and yoga practitioners. It  started out as an attempt to toy with backlighting that took off on a flight all its own when Sandy, Javier and Lauren all ended up contributing to a casual shoot gone horribly well.

The first edit from a night of unexpectedly wonderful shooting with friends. More to come soon, but Morpheus is stalking me at the moment.

The thing with bodyscape imagery is that, after a while, you start wondering if you haven’t run through most angles of the body that would make for interesting visuals. Different models, however, usually provide different opportunities and features with which to find new nooks and crannies.

“Ophelia, your secret is safe…”

It’s been a few years now since I shot this image. It was, at the time, one of my first ventures into photography as a means of personal catharsis. I’d known for a while that it also was perfectly suited for The Tori Project…as so does it become part of it now; a fitting whisper in an echo chamber.

“And I’m so sad, like a good book I can’t put this day back…“

It’s been a rather productively busy week, but I finally found some time to edit a handful of shots from this last Saturday.

Amber had been eager to catapult into a more adventurous direction with our shooting, and the results make for a fantastic finish to this October/November flurry I’ve had (unless something sneaks in during the last days before December).

It’s a comfortable feeling, having this process of numerous recent shoots. It’s been some time since I’ve shot this much…Saturday marking the fourth time in the last 30 days.

Jess snagged a friend and made the road trip from PA to visit this last weekend. It was more accidental than planned, as we ran into each other on facebook after she’d recently started an account. Casual conversation led to the topic of pictures and, before long, we were determining the possibility of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants visit. It was quite a bit of fun and it appears my restaurant booth is starting to claim enough victims to perhaps garner its own separate gallery.

Maybe I’ll get around to that during my next fit of needing to update the site. For now, though, the pictures from Saturday.

I recently finally got around to ripping all of my Tori CDs onto my computer hard drive, so I could listen to them all on shuffle/repeat. Now, with just over 1 brand new gigabyte of music running pretty much constantly from my speakers, I was prompted to revisit my interest in continuing The Tori Project.

I had shot an entire set of these images years ago, specifically with Icicle in mind, and yet never got around to formally finishing one for the project. So, a few years late, I finally have the image ready here and have appropriately added it to the website gallery as well.

“I could have…I should have…I could have flown…”