"Amber, the freezing gold, that is not hot and is not cold
Has caught within its dreaming arms, the insects and the flowers charms
Time has kept as still as death, holding instant, every breath
Now from out our fading past, a scene which can forever last"
-Garry Platt-

I know the poem is actually about amber, the dried tree sap, but I've found it can be about me, Amber, as well. Especially the "a scene which can forever last" which makes me think of photographs and how the pictures I take will be around for a while.

Self portrait

Set up: a 60 watt light above me. Camera below. Took quite a few tries to get the shot right which if why you probably won't see a repeat of this style unless I'm feeling horribly ambitious.

Copyright 2006 kedralynn
Image may NOT be used without my direct written permission.