There really aren't enough good things I can say about Julia.
Julia, who put me up for several days.
Julia, who set up a photo shoot for us, finding a model, coming up with a location after the first one fell through.
Julia who took me to several delicious restaurants.
Julia, who gave me a giant print that is currently crying out for a frame.
Julia, after this shot, ran from the roof down to the backyard for another shot, staying in that position even thought the ground was gross and pokey and dirty.
Good times last weekend, and it was Julia what made 'em happen.
Also, this was the backyard where it all went down Saturday. Where the There Will Be Blood impressions occurred, where I took far too many photos of this beautiful girl Viola whose face I could stare at for many moons, where folks huddled in the slivers of shade it was so hot, where we talked about horse fucking and Star Trek tattoos and loaning ex-boyfriends ridiculous amounts of money, where the adorably ugly dog fell asleep, where kabobs and steaks were cooked, where the stereo played the new Black Keys album way too many times, and lots of other shenanigans.
Let this year be full of barbeques and friends. And horse fucking.