Its Friday night 9.30pm and.... I'm going to sleep.

Sleep? When the whole downtown area pubs and discos are going wild with parties everywhere.....

"Why go to sleep? You dont need sleep!!" the Devil shouts at me.

"Go out and party!" Devil says "What are you going to shoot tomorrow morning? Go shoot on Sunday morning !"

I look at my shoes, I look at the door ..... I look at the great late night TV programs in my newspaper, I look at my PC and all my friends online waiting to chat with me ...... and I look at my bed.

Then I look in my heart and examine myself "Party? watch TV? surf porno and ICQ?"

"My Love.... dont forget me..." a soft voice calls to me.... "I am not complete, I need to be refined, I need your eyes to look at me..."

"She can wait!" hisses the Devil "You'll still be able to press that shutter button after 6 whiskeys and 7 beers tomorrow!"

"But my Love, where is that hunger? Where is your passion? Where are your promises to me that you'll pursue me to the ends of the Earth? The road to me is long and rocky..... Forsake me if you want my Love, I wont stop you ......" whispers my Angel

"Only for 2 hours...... I'll be back before 2am ...... and I promise its just going to be 1 beer" I beg my Angel

"Go my Love, go..... you know you'll not come back ....... you know you cannot come back .... good bye...."

I put down my keys and go to bed.

5.30am ....... I jump out of my bed and pick up my camera telling her " wake up darling, lets make love"

I load a roll of Tri-X into my Angel's warm black German body and kiss her Red mole. I gently put her into my shoulder bag and head out the door "Its a beautiful day for Love" ..... we both agree.

Holding her close to me as we walk the streets of on a quiet Saturday morning, I'm in Love again.

I see the world through her eyes, I hold her back gently against my face and the world was empty with the only 2 of us looking into a bright window on life as it unfolds before us.

Just my Angel and me ...... drinking in the early morning light and looking at another planet they call Earth as it slowly dusts off the night's cobwebs one strand at a time.

Like a long slow crescendo or earthy drums, one, two, ten, twenty, fifty, .... a hundred ants begin to slowly come out into the open...... some sweeping the streets, a couple deliving newspapers on bicycles, old female ants with young little ones carrying baskets in hand looking to feed, one washing his car and other worker ants scurrying about getting their shops open.

I give my Angel soft loving pushes on her love spot and she goes 'click, click, click'

We are One and still so much in love.

That evening, I open up her womb and extract the fruits of our love labor and bring it over to Dr Rodinal for delivery.

On Sunday, 36 little babies wail for our attention.

I examine them under a loupe while She sits next to me in quiet confidence that she'd delivered another brood of grainless, intelligently sharp kids, some with beautiful shades of gray, others with strong dark characters and a couple already revealing character in their shadows.

I find my favorites and print them in honor of my soul mate.

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