"Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in.
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon.
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of.
Dance me to the end of love."
Heather recently inspired me with the idea of a self-portrait in which the photographer is surveying the landscape being shot. Her example is much better than mine, because it has a pretty sunset in it, and also a lake and a cute little dog, whereas mine just has grass and assorted weeds. Plus, I am a terrible model and this awkward kneel is about the best I can do. Anyway, for what it's worth...