This music video could be one of my favourites ever, it's really beautiful.

Makes me happy on rainy winter days such as today.

I know, you must be terribly bored of my photographs from this series.

But....I have just purchased photoshop for my macbook and I promise lots of new stuff soon,

lots of very exciting images and maybe some slightly dodgy editing as I get to grips with cs5.

Model: Alice Coleman
Location: Lincoln, UK

Go Go Indian Warrior.

Little Indian warrior child hiding in the trees, bow and arrow raised, waiting for the cowboys to come.

You can hear the gunshots and horses neighing, but you're not frightened, the leader of your tribe.

Wolf cub, the brave.

You will protect your village, be honoured by all.

But the riot gets louder, the stamping of hooves in the dirt, the yelling of the horseback men.

Run run warrior child, into the woods, escape the wild horses back to your camp.

The people need you, you cannot fight this on your own.

The hooves stop and they've seen you, you're sure of it.

Go Go Indian warrior, run to safety.

Your bare feet are hard to the dry ground, this is your homeland, this is where you belong.

Snap, you're on the floor, face in the brown dusty earth and you can hear the hooves approaching.

You can taste the salt water running down your cheeks as you stifle your whimpers.

Hidden under a tree you cry, cradling your grazed knees, glistening beads of red and wait for the cowboys to come.

You can hear a voice, blowing in the wind, calling your name.

Call out warrior child, it's your tribe come to find you.

Call out, you'll be safe now.

Through the trees your mother approaches, you gasp a sigh of relief.

The familiar cut-off faded jeans and woollen jumper sweep you up off the floor,

safe in your mothers arms, you tell her about the cowboys coming.

She laughs, she's not afraid of the villains of your imagination, she'll defend you against them all.

'Let's go home my brave little wolf cub, and we'll put a plaster on those sore knees.'

Model: Bradley Troughton
Location: Bury St Edmunds, UK

in the summer we loved.

laid out on the grass, fingers entwined and our bronzed limbs glowing in the yellow august sun.