I see this women frozen in memory. She invokes a longing, almost haunting desire to recapture youth. An age of innocence and lost love kind of thing, wispy and dreamlike.

As a note of disclaimer: this is simply a hound dog husband looking for his wife to forgive his anger - again. I wanted to capture the flavor of the old South and mix it with imagery that would be easy for all married folks (and as a lesson perhaps for the unmarried) to relate.

Wanting to capture the essence of a time of passion in an open meadow. And the continuing nature of love, the progression of feelings as well as the building of relationship. The nature of time counted as moon travel.