A Balcar Flashmeter George Tysh |
The hot room shuddered to a stop in the early morning light. A Balcar flashmeter ready to turn over clicked in a corner. Above us, lamps dusted on cones of young air spreading into invisible circles on the ceiling. Rose silk floor drapery crumpled under the weight of your shoe which dropped making a sound. The studio was permeated with a blue moon after- glow of crackling electronic bulbs. I had just photographed you one hundred times in five minutes. from Ovals, In Camera, 1985 |
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