anyone can see...

:::sigh:::

"save me"

Sculpture, trees, and gray skies courtesy of Woodlawn Cemetery

A Darkroom Diary

On the rainy day of this shoot, I remember my deteriorating eyes searching through the viewfinder for assurance. It occurred to me that perhaps we were all impressions - remotely true, stirring and still... lovely beings - even in real time. My subject either moved or moved me when I finally took the shot. In print, her wondrous face is a bit blurred.

Found: Lost Pictures of New York Blizzard