The night when we first met. When we were still young and wild. I remember magnolias hanging thick in the air- a cool winter’s eve. And I remember the night of our honeymoon- the musty bed and breakfast and the fresh lake breezes. And I remember last weekend- drinking wine and watching the bats- the first hint of fall on the breeze.
The faces fade. Vision is lost to swirling currents of time and forgetfulness. But I remember the air that night.
Lucas James is a fine art photographer based in Manchester, NH.