great shorts.

great legs. 

I enjoy the darkness of obsession. the perturbed sense of it. The romanticism it beholds all the while. The cross between crazed and genius.

Mind wanders. I think of the imprerssionists and their obsession with capturing light. Imagining them sitting along the seine, before a church, amidst haystacks, over looking a village, obsessively capturing the same subject matter, day after day, month after month.  An obsession in study - pushing the bounds of a new found color-theory, exploring the changing ethos of cultural expression, and, most importantly, attempting to capture the nuances of nature. 

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