There are rare moments in life when life itself presents opportunities ripe for picking. In a garden, enchanted by the history of everyone who walked there before us, I found the girl dancing in her black dress to the sound of birds singing.

I lost myself to her image, one that haunted me but at the same time enticed me. She continually shifted from the black dress to a nymph, leading me deeper and deeper into the enchanted forest.

She whispered my name, but at the same time, she sang poems of all the men she devoured with her lust. Only here, I found myself, becoming another victim, willing to be lured and devoured, to become one with her in the most abstract of ways.

She became a monster that feasted on the souls of the unexpected.

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The girl danced in this magical garden, mimicking an enchanted forest, and I could not help but take photographs of her. This is the result of this encounter, this moment, this event. Please enjoy them with me.

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A Girl in an Enchanted Forest

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Postscriptum, Or At the End of the Path

At the end of the path, she stood, watching, looking for my footsteps that always echoed behind her. But I was not there anymore. I walked in front of her and she could not see me, as she always looked around, to see me. I became a comfort that she sought, she always knew that I would be there, right behind her, a stability in the always-changing world.

But this changed, and I walked in front of her; she was unaware of this. Her comfort became a sense of disruption.

She ran back to where she came from, seeking me out through the labyrinth she just walked through. But I was not there, I was in front of her, and she never turned around...

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I hope that you enjoyed this series of photographs of the girl I could never see. She donned her beautiful black dress and I could not help myself from taking photographs of this event.

Happy photographing, and keep well.

All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and my 50mm Nikkor lens. The musings and writings are also my own, albeit inspired by the girl that danced in front of me.