my words echo thus, in your mind
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
~T.S. Eliot, "Four Quartets"
I received a number of negatives and scans back yesterday, and there are more than a few images that I'm now chomping at the bit to share. But let us start with this one.
Also? I love this photo shoot.