(literally) writing with light

one clear night in the village of burtigny, there was once three friends named peter joanna and cliff... just when they thought summer was over, there came a warm bright night that inspired some photography experiments. it was mostly led by cliff (while peter and joanna were merely the subjects... also known as really really ridiculously good looking models) so for this particular random journal entry, joanna must commend cliff from jersey for being the photographer that he is... and for (literally) writing with light... and for taking joanna back into the school of photography for a second...