As I write this post, I’m riding front and center of the Megabus-Double-Decker en route to NYC from Philadelphia. Both are home, both have a random assortment of my things, I even have a cat at one location, to further solidify the fact that yes, CarlyErin, you do exist.

This is not my first blog, this is my third. There’s ESJG, La Vie Boheme, and now Soulshine Bohemian. Seeing a trend here? I am model-photographer-writer extraordinaire;  never doing just one thing, never in one place.

(I think I’m getting motion-sick….)

….And that gets lonely. My body hurts, my soul aches, my heart still beats– I press on. I write, I document, I explore.  ESJG is the beginning of graphic novel-multimedia-project-thingy, and La Vie Boheme is the story behind the photos– a selection of images from photoshoots where I play model, and photos from journeys behind the lens.

This will be something different. This, perhaps, may be the most intimate of my blogs because what, really, is left? And doesn’t that story need to be told?

Camden yards
Frosted under Whitman
Low sounds like lullaby
13-11 takes my head off
While I bounce on the lap of
A gentle giant.

(ah geez, here she goes again with that poetry crap)

What is it to be a poet? Perhaps that is the symmetry I seek in life, as model, and also behind the lens- lost in linear ends and beginnings, architecture is a thrill to shoot. Trying to find the story the building tells, and possibly will tell  for generations all a-mess  in concrete and steel, unable to bend to life like humanity.  In fact, I think I like the inanimate much better than most bi-peds I’ve met.

So Hi. I hope after all that you come back. This is going to be quite a ride. Strap yourself in, get comfy, give as much as you take, and as always– just be.