memories from not long ago. a misty frosty morning. silence and a surreal light… ethereal.
Mamiya RB67 / Ilford HP5
…“And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake“
Jim M.
