The Mirror Tells a Story
The mirror tells a story of our past, who we remember ourselves to have been. (more…)
The mirror tells a story of our past, who we remember ourselves to have been. (more…)
It had been a long day, one neither of them wanted to end. Light had faded to night hours ago and dawn threatened to come all to soon and with the dawn, she had to leave. They had savored every moment, trying to hold something of each other- some sight, some smell, some taste-that would last beyond their parting. In the darkness they promised each other they would stay in touch, but both knew things would never be the same. They would never be the same person who laid there that evening. Not even when the dawn came. (more…)
Sometimes subtle. Sometimes brash. Color has been bringing something new to the work.
I spent some time revisiting images I made as part of a shoot last year. I didn’t originally intend to spend a day going back through an old Lightroom catalog, but a hard drive crash and rebuild necessitated a few hours spent reconnecting files. And in doing so I reconnected with some work I had forgotten about.
It’s been awhile, but I have not been idle. I have been storing up energy for a blast of creation.