Sunday Storytelling, chapter one : in which landis gets to photograph half-naked australian male models on his roof.

it began,

as most of these things do,

innocently enough.

a group of us,

fairly experienced, but hoping to expand our books,

our boundaries,

and our skills,

banded together to start a monthly photo shoot.

one sunday a month,

i would compose a story.

one sunday a month,

the team would assemble the wardrobe,

the hair and make-up,

gather the models,

and as a team,

contribute our time and effort into creating something

beautiful.

this month,

on my roof,

in the mid-april sun.

i can't describe the energy.

uncertain at first?

excited, for sure.

the pace was swift, 

decisions were made,

outfits switched rapidly,

boys bound in extension cords:

it will make sense later,

i promise.

but i was impressed by the ease

with which we all gelled.

there was no hesitation,

there was simply creation,

and an amazing easter buffet from tim.

did i mention this was how we all spent easter morning?

the dogs crashed before we did:

but the outcome?

we are determined

to tell

more tales.

hence,

Sunday Storytelling

begins.