‘instagram trash and filmstars on ski-slopes’ by Tiffany Belle Harper

The comedic provocateur brings the wrong things to her doorstep. She’s no security – high on a hill – free … unlike he – in a cable car with his bodyguards. Fine. Time. Of no consequence. The perils of decadent living without due care for the welfare – of those less concerned – with too many layers – of chemicals – coated across the faces of porn-stars (a dangerous lot.) Almost like plastic – hiding the natural. Boudoir photography is a beautiful thing. She’s made women look like Goddesses with her lens and care for curves. The woman on the hill – not to thrill.

There’s a fine line between elegance and trash. Elegance has attitude – trash wants cash  …”fuck me honey. ” So get your baggage off her doorstep and jog on – long gone. If  she never sees your face again, it will be too soon. Her lens is pure, it sees love. Your Instagram page is a sordid lie – why try – actions speak louder than cell phones and plastic. TBH©

Gorgeous Photo via feature at >  Sortra (love boudoir when done with style.)

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my fire #diary

Drove up a lovely mountain. A break from writing. Dog bonding – Lit a fire. Stack of old Movies. Having a Meryl Streep/Steve Martin day. Doing some romantic comedy. That’s my bag. Nothing intense. Keeping it simple. I’m done with baggage. The only thing missing right now is a joint. (Been ages … little bit of what you fancy now and again. I answer to no-one.)  Just laughing, thinking of the past (book ideas) you know when you go on a first date with a nerd and they ask you to list your fave movies and songs. I don’t do that shit. Would rather not say anything and stare at the stars. Words are cheap. My own company is hard to beat right now.

This town is so gorgeous. I’ve gone into another zone. I cannot wait to get out there and take some photographs. I’m on the top of the Peak District for a week. I need to work out where to buy more logs from? It’s chilly. Oh god, this film is sad. I love Steve Martin. Amen. TBH©