A very green afternoon

Today Traci Lynn came over and we gabbed, drank mimosas and explored my excessively overgrown apartment gardens. It's been almost a year since the last time we did this, and everything around us has changed.

There's always something special about shooting with Traci. Her energy rubs off on you. I don't know what it is, but I'm never unhappy with my photos after taking pictures with her. It's a combination of a fierce friendship, both of us having a mighty wild streak, and two girls willing to capture it no matter how close it means we might be to being arrested. It's been nearly a decade, and we've become professionals at being sneaky.

What an absolutely incredible friend.

Here's my neighbor, randomly walking by, who got caught up in our photo frenzy. 

Steel Street

Today, my long-time friend Traci came over to visit. In all the years that we've know each other, I can surely say that there has not been a single time when we were together that we didn't take pictures. Even if we were running to the gas station to get cold medicine and Topo Chico, there would be an impromptu photo shoot in the parking lot (probably with the gas station attendant). Because of her, I have an extensive library of photos, both film and digital, documenting each of my bad haircuts and random breakfast buffet plates in small Texas towns. 

Here are some of our afternoon photos, taken in my front yard, the neighbor's back yards, the laundry room and every other little crevasse around my Steel Street complex.