Ellen Rogers

Lost Wisdom

Lost Wisdom



And if you see him, tell him I miss him in a language he’ll understand.

Ask him to stop the roaring of my mind.

Tell him I miss the fog that was wrapped around me.

Tell him he’s my twin, my muse and my best friend.

And that I hope we will be friends again, friends; muddy and crawling from one side of England to another.

P.S. This is the first shoot I’ve produced in my new darkroom, Huzzah!

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