The past clouds my memory.  I desperately try to recall what once was but the images, once sharp, are now diffuse with the haze of time and age.

Time leaves us attempting to reconstruct what was once solid flesh and blood.  All photographs by definition are of an instance in the past.  Even sharp photos are only a minor sliver of what was previously solid.  As years go by those memories fade faster than the pigments on the paper before us.  The past becomes a memory of smoke- something that can be imaged, but never was still or fixed.

Lucas James is a fine art photographer based in Manchester, NH.  He owns Anisotropic Images Photography.