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All I could see was Charlotte, all I could hear was Mozart.

All I wanted to look at was Charlotte, all I wanted to listen to was Mozart.

As the music drifted over me like a seductive dust, I sank to one knee, instantly I could tell…it was close, all this talk, all this preparation was building to one single click, one simple press of the shutter button…

My heart was beating…the light was perfect…I whispered…”NOW!”

She spun…

She lifted, her arms stretched, the light ran across her arm top like an electric shock, the shadow on her body dripped down sexily to her waist, it was time, she could only hold it for a second….CLICK!

‘The Angel Of the Rails’ was born, I knew it instantly…

And here it is, ‘The Angel of the Rails, by Asa Jones’, my most successful photograph, available as jig saws, greetings cards, t-shirts and all sorts of things, my best seller. The competition had criteria, which I filled, every box was ticked…hundreds and hundreds of photographers from all over the world tried, only one from the whole of the U.K. made it…this one writing this!!!…I was on hallowed ground, I had made it into the top lucrative seven.

The Arts Academy gave me my own section on their site, it hung in a prestigious gallery….tick…I had achieved an ambition.

I never entered again, far to bloody much like hard work….been there, done that! She has danced for me to the same tune in private and I have spanked her after as her prize, to me, that’s much better!

Still a few more photos to come….but for now, this will rest, its objective, ‘The Angel of the Rails’ has been reached,,,

Asa