Kemper Wray — The Monarch Review
The Photographer – Kemper Wray
Tuesday, January 31, 2012 13:03 — 1 Comment
He bends over her body like an awning over a warm sidewalk, shading her as he snaps the photograph. The woman is naked save for a sheer piece of yellow linen that will appear light gray in the picture. It was not chosen for its color, but for the way the soft dark mound of her pubis looks beneath it, like the mossy crook between two smooth stones. The photographer, gray-haired like the film he processes so carefully, loves few things more than the sight of a woman in front of his camera. The photographer’s daughter walks into the studio […]
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