Everything That Ever Was
Like the wind whipping through the air,
somewhere.
feel it in your bones,
in your skin,
Everything that ever was,
still is.
sometimes teasing,
coming to the surface
but pushing eventually past.
Everything that ever was,
still is,
though,now slipping slowly,
unnoticeably by.
This is a self portrait project done in black and white film on 11x14 silver gelatin print.
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