I’ve just finished my third shoot of the year. Once again the model was not new to the Chateau de Vaughan but she was sporting a slightly different look to when I first snapped her so I’m quite pleased with the results. I’ve also been playing email tennis with two very pretty models who have yet to travel to Rugby so I’m feeling kind of upbeat about my chances of new faces. We will see Mister Big Ears, we will see.
If you hadn’t already noticed Zoe has given me permission to post a few of her selfies on xHamster. Link is on the Movies page. If she kindly sends me more I will arrange to have that gallery updated. I live in hope that one day I will get her to pose on the green sofa but being a pessimist I’m not holding my breath.
Meanwhile let’s return to the back garden on a warm sunny afternoon for this posting.
I was slumped in front of the telly in my normal semi-conscious state when I had this notion that something important was on the horizon. I did a quick check, blood tests and hospital appointments due but surely I had missed something out of the ordinary. It took a while but it finally dawned on me that sometime towards the end of this month SNAPSHOTS of GIRLS will be 20 years old! I can’t believe it, how could I have dragged out for so long an average ability to take photos and build web sites. Over the years I’ve tended to go my own sweet way and ignored popular trends but I feel I should throw some breadcrumbs to you lot out there, my long suffering followers, and ask you what you would like to see on the site. Recently I’ve been shooting less and less adult content but is soft and mushy the right path to tread? Do you prefer harder content, or should I just continue with my usual mixture of a bit of everything?
Though time gets you worrying my friend, it’s okay. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
I wish Jethro, I wish. Things are taking it in turns to piss me off again and I have a habit of turning molehills into mountains. People I know think I’m laid-back but the truth is inside I’m a nervous wreck. Being bone idle doesn’t help. Some of my problems would disappear if I got off my fat arse and did some work. This is where a nagging wife comes in handy with her retirement list of jobs that need completing but alas I have no one to crack the whip.
We had some good times, but they’re gone, the winter’s comin’ on.
Well not almost, it certainly has gone but still time to post some more sunny garden snaps. Not much chance of getting similar shots this year now and I have to admit I’m already feeling the urge to go into hibernation.