lock and key

©CNirvana

~the amazing Stephanie Anne

when i run away will you remember me?
insert broken memories
push play as we move along the waterside
sliding by...
i apologize
the fast forward button got stuck again
 again

lets just sit and wait awhile and watch the flowers grow
you know, they will be pretty one day
the you mixed with me
little soon to be's
happy fairytaled make believe

when this lock can find its key

tossed aside

©Michael Cordiez

~special guest- Stephanie Anne

thrown off course when the navigation died, the thing that provides such comfort in times of need

swerving to avoid the puddles that envelope the world above and below

ditching dodges as the hole filled vacancies begin to grow

when there's nothing to listen to, the noise of the globe seems deafening in its silence

you're too smart to remember the way it sounded before the quiet, this still place

timeless, in its lack there of

coated in windless memories, singing softly behind the mirrored images of the long lost seashells

the approaching tree, knocked over in a fit of fury

it had to go when its time had come, riddled with poison and ready to die

the only thing tossed aside

thanksgiving

©Cameron Attree- mission beach

my friend~stephanie anne

today we give thanks for the 19 lb stuffed turkey covered in thick gravy, cranberry sauce and corn bread in gluttonous proportions, celebrating america's victory and carnage over those who came before us

today we give thanks for the drunken moments we spend with forgotten family members who were left behind on purpose

today we give thanks for the tryptophan and extra whip creamed coma that makes the kiddies disappear

...and the cynic subsides

and we give thanks for those that really love us, can say so and actually mean it

thanks for the plentitude of food that satisfies our hungry with leftovers to keep us happy, healthy and fed for days

thanks for the quiet drive home. silence is often truly golden

thanks for family and friend~like family, the ones i see and especially those i can only feel. you're not forgotten.. i saved some pumpkin pie for you

thanks for tomorrow. when life goes back to normal with the belly still full and the warm glow still where it should be

today i am thankful

the next day comes and goes

©Cameron Attree

model: Stephanie Anne, partner in crime

time seems to pass quickly here, far too fast. perhaps its really in slow motion, one day turns in to the next with no remorse or pause or hesitation. its tomorrow. its today. its 22 years from now. its all the same really because right now is all there ever really is. your moment has past. your prize posessions are worthless, things. thoughts. forgotten. maybe next time will be better. maybe next time ill be a butterfly.

in the meantime... i got some amazing photos from an amazing photographer with an amazing friend. yeah i think they are that good. mission beach and all its stories will not soon be forgotten. new friends, old friends, good friends. thats all that really matters. the rest is bonus and fills in the gaps of the in between.

gone but not forgotten....

finale

Stephanie Anne

©CNirvana

the end is closing in on the reason i came this far. its been a wild and crazy trip full of adventure, merriment, breathtaking landscapes and "bitey things". yeah that's right. the group here with community zoe was interviewed about our event, various questions asked about why we do what we do and the validity of making our art. poignant and brilliant comments where stated about the timelessness of art nudes and how their impact can last and transcend through generations. exclamations of our passion and dedication to get the perfect shot, chasing the light and creating collaborations that tingle our senses. some how the quote in the paper in Cairns Weekender page 4 turned out to be about how itchy our bug bites are. tragic really that the interviewer would skew our story in that way but funny that the australian adventure will now permanently be about boobs and bitey things. awesome.

i leave tomorrow with more freckles and a deeper bond with many. i'll miss the daily sunrises which seem far more challenging away from paradise. i dont sleep here but some how its ok. the flowing of the water in the distance will not soon be forgotten and as we all go off in our seperate ways to various cities, countries and states of mind we stop and share moments of perfect happiness, satisfaction, and friendship.

on my own again but never alone, the aussie tour progresses and things at home continue to change. change is good. change is necessary. change is the new start of every day.