Natalie and I went out to explore and see what kind of random shit we could come up with in Golden Gate Park. Seeing as what I have to say about this shoot is already stated in the images I will leave it up to my friend Ralph Waldo Emerson to do the rest.
THE PARK
The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-balls meet.
Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.
Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.
