I used to describe the life of a model (under my breath, and to close friends) with the phrase “See interesting places.. with people you don’t give a shit about.” That’s harsher than I really felt I suppose, most of the time, and it doesn’t exactly apply to Caddo Lake, as the first time I saw it, Rox was with me. In actuality, a good percent of my modeling excursions were spent in good company. But there was a sort of persistent emptiness about a lot of the places I went and things I saw.
In the back of my head was this feeling that it didn’t really count. In rare moments when I wasn’t 100% focused on the job at hand, I would look at the scenery, and almost catch myself turning over my shoulder to say “Look! Look at the..” to someone who wasn’t there. I had dreamed of seeing things. But when I saw them I realized I’d dreamed of seeing them with someone.
I didn’t mark off items on a list of things to see; I added places I’d “previewed” to the list of places I wanted to see with Thom and good friends, and with the freedom of my own time. So, on a Sunday when we wanted to get out of town, I wanted to head to Caddo Lake.
For the rest of this blog, we go now to.. pictures.