intimate stories: a face.

sometimes i neglect the lenses sitting in my camera bag. i get so focused, for lack of a better word, on using and loving a lens that the others never get to see the light of day. i grabbed my nikon 85mm and was reminded again why i had fallen in love with it many moons ago. something about the intensity of capturing a face, in all its many moods and subtleties, without invading space, keeping a quiet distance. it's lovely.

you got me swaying right along to the song in your heart

and a face to call home.

you got a face to call home.

{j. mayer}