before dusk arrived




"and for hours, instead of writing or drawing within four walls, she would capture late autumn toads and sing to the treetops in the forest before dusk arrived. she had only herself and the witches she imagined hidden in the snowbanks."

a story modeled by emily burke. i cannot wait until spring is here, i have many many worlds i want to create. i can feel myself being pulled into another style of photographs, we'll see where it goes.