Muse

"O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention." ~ William Shakespeare

Kahve and Biscotti 2009

I took hundreds of photos of this young woman over the course of ten years, more photos than of anyone else. I have deleted most of those photos. These are some that I kept.

My first impression of her was not good; mousy little girl, I thought. My opinion changed at an Army dining-in. She looked great. I spent the evening positioning myself where I could look at her and her incredible legs without being obvious.

She began seeking my advice on becoming an officer, and I determined to photograph her.

Over my coffee and her biscotti, we became friends. When I asked her if I could take her photo, she was all about it.

I became her Photographer; she was my favorite subject. The more we worked together, the more confident she became. I became a better photographer.

Then, life happened. She married a bad guy, left the service, divorced, worked at a thankless job, drank too much, and put on gobs of weight.

The collaboration ended, but the photographs are still good.