After a long hot bath, Queen Pirouette daintily sipped her dandelion tea, her pinky finger akimbo. She held her head in one hand which was propped on the arm of her ornate chair. As she did so, she could hear the muffled voice of her friend and confidant, Abigail through the pounding in her ears.
“Your Majesty should take care. My poor father found solace in wine. It ruined our lives.” She said bluntly.
Taking a small portion of her medicinal brew, Pirouette replied, “Please. No sermons right now. I’m up to my eyeballs in alligators.”
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.
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