If only I could touch her cloak

...Then I might be cured of my photographer's block! I will never again take for granted the production of a satisfying image. I have been doing lots of shoots recently that have produced nothing of interest. I am pleased with this piece, but after spending much time and deliberation over it.
I now refuse to ever believe that photography, no matter how naturally 'pretty' some people seem to think I am, is 'easy'! (You can read my rant on beauty here). Photography (at least, obtaining the visions of what I call interesting photography) is rock hard, self-portraiture is bloody harder...

The title is from Matthew 9.21 where there's a short story of a sick woman wanting to be cured by Jesus, with an illustration of her creeping up behind him, wanting to touch his cloak. The illustration has always stuck in my mind, sometimes it pops into my head when I am creeping up to my dog on my hands and knees, to kiss the back of his soft shin. ("If only I could touch his fur"...) Wanting to incorporate the thought into my photography somehow, I found that these unplanned crawling-clones happily fit the bill.

Thanks to Darren Rapley, I had the entire confines of White Rock Theatre in Hastings of which to make creative use. I expect you'll be seeing many more pics made in this location!