Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A Thing Called Love


District of Columbia; Part One, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette

I want to show a moment in time when I was in love. A time when nothing mattered except to be with this individual. It has been over three years since that summer. I can’t forget this time, nor am I suppose to. vidual. It has been over two
 

District of Columbia; Fireworks, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette
 
Our past is not always something we want to remember yet it is a part of us regardless of what we want. Our memories make us who we are. Saying this doesn’t make it any easier for me to share these images.

New York City; Window, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette


You were always away during the summer, write isddown ohis dow and I had to go looking for you. You were pursuing those dreams of yours. I just didn’t know it yet, but I was not in those dreams.


New York City; Fountain, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette


Shadows of a memory are all that remain. You slipped away. We drifted away.

Ponkapoag Shadows, 2010 © Traverse Day Robinette