Each spring, the hills around my home turn from brown, dried, rough grasses and thorns into the lush, verdant playgrounds. I feel called to put my beautiful subjects in these soft, colorful, and romantic grasses, and let their bodies indulge in the riotous beauty of spring.
I call this series “Splendor in the Grass” because it has a romantic, 1970s, erotic feeling for me.
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