J.R. Blackwell, Self Portrait, Photographer, Fantasy

Day 363: Forbidden is the most expensive photo that is still for sale from my 365Days project.  At the time I took it, I felt like there was a story to it, but I didn’t have the words for it. Fortunately, my friend Filamena Young did:

“This is where he died. Right here on the rocks. My brothers killed him and his head spilled out and joined the river.” She told me with a certain kind of coldness.

“I come here every year on the day we would have gotten married. I’ll take our daughter here when she’s old enough to understand.” Her voice broke for just a minute when she talked about Hester, like alway. Like always, she went cold again a half a beat later.

“He’ll show up some day.” She looked away from me down at the rocks while she explained. “He’ll show up to forgive me or take me back with him.”

“Did you hear something?” She looked up at me, flushed all over the cheeks and chest.

I did, I heard something and looked around.