samedi, juillet 31, 2004

I love this picture of my father with our dog, Skippy. It was a few days before he met my mom, who had fallen in a crevasse nearby. The next picture is an ex-lover of mine, a woman called Alberta, who used to work in lavender fields in the south of France. She had a beautiful body, but she also had something scary in her smile. I was always fearing her blade.