Her Laughter Is Infectious And Intoxicating. It Radiates Through My Exterior, Long Since Made Cold By

“Her laughter is infectious and intoxicating. It radiates through my exterior, long since made cold by the world. Piercing my darkest shadows, shedding the light of her healing on my troubled soul. It brings warmth, like the soft glow from a winter fire. It is my medicine, an intimate concoction of all things yearned for. Addictive, with the power of a narcotic grade cigarette. I crave it, and I haven’t even heard it yet.”

- Master Knox

Beautiful blog, well done! My question, do your words flow easily when you write beneath pictures, or do you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts and then write? Either way, you write beautifully, I was just wondering if it's ever difficult to find the right words to convey your thoughts.

“Hello and thank you for your kind words. Your blog is quite beautiful as well. Such lovely compliments and they are very much appreciated.

Honestly, my thoughts flow freely and easily enough. There is a rare occasion here and there that I have to take a moment and maybe find a better word to convey something more adequately but for the most part, I write what I think or feel so it is an almost instantaneous transition from mind to keyboard.

Again, thank you.”

- Master Knox

“Maybe it is because I am a city boy and this magical place was always unattainable to me. Maybe it is just an encapsulating celestial and preternatural enigma of wonder and awe. Whatever it may be, I will never get enough of seeing where the end of the earth falls in love with the start of the sky. I toast to their engagement in their everlasting dance.”

- Master Knox

“Show me where it hurts pretty baby, so I can love it correctly. Show me where you need me most, so I can infuse your plethora of troubles with formidable reassurance, nurturing and protection. Show me what I can have, if I handle you with care, kindness and conviction. Let me heal your heart, and keep it.”

- Master Knox

“There is no art of greater quality, greater beauty or greater design than that of a woman’s body.”

- Master Knox

“Your clothes do not always wind up on the ground. I simply cannot wait to have those polka dots swirling like suds in the surf at the beach.”

- Master Knox