Paul outdid himself with these last photos. All weekend I had wanted to have Betzy pose at night with the great Atlantic Ocean. Paul caught every subtle nuance of pathos erupting from Betzy’s every orifice. Is the sea swallowing Betzy, or is Betzy being belched forth reborn from the primordial waters at fifty years of age? Click the poor gal’s salty girdle for one final slide show.
June 17, 2009 at 11:25 pm |
I lost my earring!!
June 18, 2009 at 9:06 am |
Along with my dress, my dignity and my balance!