By Kate Breakey
Located in Sante Fe, NM
Ghosts of Love
If love took form, if we could see it, and if so watch, as it faded, or got lost, or just gave up, slowly softly, disappeared, disillusioned, dejected, I think I saw it, as a tree in the woods, as a pale moth, a boat upturned on a shore, moonlight on ocean, a feather, drifting down, discarded, I looked and, love was everywhere, sighing, trembling, shimmering, fluttering, tender, as it departed, and as I watched...
Category
2010s Contemporary Black and White Photography
MaterialsPastel, Pencil, Archival Pigment