Sparklers

22nd November 2018

That silent dance to catch a moment in your net is always harder when working with teens and sparklers. A small window of dusk announces the beginning of the game.

With little time or light left I’m trying to learn as much as I can before it gets below freezing. The Northern cold always seeps beneath the bones. When I look at this picture I can smell the sparklers and it makes me want to return and try again.

I’ll keep this short as tonight is the opening at Mother and as per usual I’m behind on time.

OAO x