Thursday, June 04, 2009

Shoot the Horizon.

We spent the day at the beach. We went home and cleaned ourselves up for dinner. We ordered a cocktail at the bar while we waited for our table. The sun was setting and the light shining on the oak bar was nearly blinding but painfully beautiful. We had dinner by the window and I said that after we finished I wanted to go out with my camera and shoot the horizon. He laughed and said ok but I knew he'd want to go right home. We drank too much wine and enjoyed it completely.

Copyright 2009 Monica L. Shulman

I got my way and after dinner we walked out onto the dock a little tipsy. I was wearing sandals and took them off. The wood of the dock felt wet but warm against my bare feet. We were smiling and laughing...but I have no idea what about. Just smiling and laughing like we always do about everything and nothing in particular. He laughs at the brown spot on my eye, I laugh at his freckles. That night we laughed about good Italian wine, getting lost in Tuscany and delicious desserts that we promise not to eat but do anyway.

Copyright 2009 Monica L. Shulman

I took my camera out and placed it on the ground. Had I been sober I never would have done it. My pristine machine and glass on a wet, grimy, albeit warm, dock. I laid on the surface and set her up and started clicking. Just...looking and clicking. I looked up and he was smiling. I laughed.

Copyright 2009 Monica L. Shulman

Today's Soundtrack:
TV On The Radio - Wolf Like Me

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