The Snow Fairy
Added 2023-05-20 19:03:55 +0000 UTCAnd suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
– from a poem by Claude McKay (1889–1948)
PHOTO: It was an unseasonably cold winter day in Los Angeles when Freja dropped by my studio. She couldn't shake the cold out of her bones, so asked me if she could go take a hot shower while I made us some chai. I also cranked up the heater. Good thing about my one room, live-work loft space was that it would heat up or cool down rapidly. She plopped down on the floor after emerging from the bathroom and these are some of the photos we created that day.
