My memory of you recedes like a vaporous apparition.

Visions, memories and thoughts, so solid in sleep flee before me like mist dissipating in the warm sunlight.  I try to pull back a remembrance but the visage flees before my conception like smoke grasped in my hands.  My past is no more a reality.  Photographs only show what I have lost.

Lucas James is a fine art photographer based in Manchester, NH.