Spring Beans

From one lazy, passing day some time ago.
I've been blooming all sorts of colors lately.

Cloud Chasers

Following strangers through the mountains
of North Cumbria,
Cloud chasing,
and losing myself along the way.

Instant Colors

Are not we enchanters,
rush whisperers,
oddlings,
color seekers.

(all on Impossible Instant Spectra Film)

Him

I've fallen in love with a human.

There is a steady and comforting eagerness to his hands,
 youthful ease in his gaze and bearing,

and he traces each corner of me with emphatic memorization,
as if I could flee at any moment.

He is in my mind always,

blanketed in this quiet season,

covered in northern snow, 

where we have sewn our heartstrings together.

A Softness

The ground was full of hushes.

Soaked 35mm.

Caroline in the Morning

after daybreak,

soft goodbyes,

unfolding of chapters.

my sister before she ran away.

(expired fuji reala)

An Ambiguous Soul

  Not long ago I found a roll of film hidden in the bottom of a backpack.

I developed it, rinsed in nostalgia and curiosity.
What I have discovered is that we have small and fleeting moments,
glimmers of light,
shadows and suns,
lithe and airy souls.
They fade quietly,
lingering in the bottom of backpacks,
adrift in memory.