Always

POET TO HIS LOVE

An old silver church in a forest
Is my love for you.
The trees around it
Are words that I have stolen from your heart.
An old silver bell, the last smile you gave,
Hangs at the top of my church.
It rings only when you come through the forest
And stand beside it.
And then, it has no need for ringing,
For your voice takes its place.
Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)


Traditional film photography,
Neopan 100 in a Mamiya RB67


These pictures were taken by my boyfriend
He's an excellent photographer, but these weren't worked on by him yet, they are just scans from the contact sheet that I edited a little in Photoshop. Everything that looks nice on them is due to his skill with lighting in traditional photography.
I really can't wait to see what he does when he actually makes prints!