|In cat moment we pour we spill in fur when light after the dissolve of cell or island an ocean maps the camera's scene a cat a woman.
You were there then. I stood behind you and framed this image in the viewfinder.
Thirty years passed.
All the old negatives saved in a box that moved from cellar to attic the back of a closet.
I pulled them out of the box one by one.
I digitized the negatives. I manipulated images.
Prodded by pictures I've created memories.
I take the word of the image we were there.