These days, when a young lady knocks on my door and asks if I will take her pictures with no clothes on I have to check the thermostat to make sure I won't die of exposure halfway through the shoot. Fitat50 arrived today, on time and in the mood to create images. I could hardly refuse.
I must confess I was a little apprehensive as her portfolio seemed a little aloof, but in the flesh, so to speak, she was a charming and willing victim, I mean model.
She had already signed (electronically) the agreement to laugh at all my jokes, some of which she had not heard before. She didn't even blink when I started reciting Vogon poetry and as a result we had an excellent 3 hours shoot. Time just seemed to fly by. The afternoon was gone in seconds (I lost count after 10,799).
Thank you Fitat50 despite sounding like a very small italian car.
