Dry County, Pt. 4
Added 2017-01-11 20:30:57 +0000 UTCWe keept walking until we had climbed up a sizeable hill, high above the road I usually shoot on in Sisquoc, Ca. The light was golden and the air sweet, and the wind blew warm all around us.
Applying coats of baby oil as directed, she honestly didn't know what to do in front of the camera, so I told her to try to ignore it, to just be herself. Oddly enough, being herself meant her cupping and squeezing her rather ample chest repeatedly.
