They dreamt within peace,
Of structures so full of history it is a wonder they hadn’t yet burst,
Of the sun and the moon dancing once again,
Of colorful fish flaunting their beauty without the concept of shame,
Beads of sweat ran trails down their heated faces,
All the while, imaginings of tiny vehicles painted sandy colors and wild flowers coerced more reveries into being,
They constructed poetry without words in their minds,
Letting the pieces of a broken world fall away,
Because within themselves they had found one worth living in.

Portraits on Film

Shot on a Pentax 6×7 with Takumar 105mm 2.4, Fomapan 400, developed in Ilfosol3
(for all the film photography geeks like me)

Photos: Joy Dana

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