Scaling The Cliffs

If one can’t find the right cliffs, or the right model to do the climbing, there’s always hope. The “cliff” is made from the leftovers clinging to the inside of a glass after drinking a breakfast smoothie of whipped fruits and vegetables. The “climber” is my favorite model (my wife) whom I photographed seated on a chair in my studio. I had a choice with the aircraft: I could spend months learning to fly a biplane and trigger the camera with a remote control as I flew by; or, I could do what I love best: haunt the local second-hand toy store. Adulthood seems too far a stretch. I never want to grow up.