"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee" - Edgar Allan Poe from the poem "Annabel Lee". When I came across the tintype of the lovely lady in this montage at an antique store, I was struck by her haunting eyes and wistful expression. As I finished this piece, the lines from Poe's poem came to my mind and immediately, I had my title. The main image is yet another from the abandoned property in Middle Valley, New Jersey. (In fact, it is the back of the same building that I used for "Rear Window" when I photographed the property the first time 13 years ago.) She seemed to fit perfectly in the doorway between the textured old window on the left and the weatherworn red door on the right. The moth I found sleeping one morning on my front porch and was amazed at his size and beautiful colors. This moth had a wingspan of at least 5 inches! The birds, of course, are my ever willing to pose backyard blackbirds who I'm happy to see are back from their winter migration - a sure sign spring must be on it's way!
