Why, if I had a world of my own everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be as it is because everything would be what it isn’t, and contrary wise what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”
You are my red painted muse.
First photo- a girl is relaxing, laying on the concrete, looking off to the side curiously, her ankles crossed in the air above her head.
Second and Third Photos- two candid shots of the girl laying on the ground as she photographs another girl beneath a white wooden archway, which is covered in vines and the occasional flower.