Here are two more. This guy is such a great photographer. He's been working on these to give them all those nice little effects and tone correction ( I don't know what you call it, but he has gone beyond all my expectations). It goes without saying how glad I am that I found him.
I look a little like Melissa Etheridge here, which is cool.
And that's it. Time to focus on getting the cd out and moving away from this photo stuff which was good, wonderful, scary and too much for me to handle at times. Also time to focus on writing. A few months ago I sent out a ton of short stories, and hopefully I won't get all rejections. If things go right, a few could get published in journals late fall or into winter. Fingers crossed. It's funny, after I felt the relief of signing a publishing contract, my mind moved on to the next impossible challenge of lit journal acceptance. After that, I think the next goal would be to get something published in The New Yorker. Bob Dylan once sang, "When I write my masterpiece," well, I wonder if anyone should really write their masterpiece until the last grain of sand is about to tumble down the hourglass. But then, I think many people write or paint or sculpt theirs somewhere in the middle and don't even know it. Probably best not to think about it.