He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Calm After The Storm
Here are a few fotos I took backstage.
I love this foto of the calm after the storm. See what I mean about the view?
Lucky for you guys, I hired a real photographer to document this special night. I will post some of Memos fotos as soon as I can. Stay tuned.
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