I still remember the first time I read “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe. I remember the picture it painted and I’ve dreamt of bringing it to life ever since. Poetry & Halloween, two of my favorite things.
“But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Model: Allie Tipps
Studio: The Dark Room Fort Worth
Fog Machine Operator: My amazing dad
Photographer + Concept Creator: Paige Wilken Photography