Vermeer painted the [girl with a pearl earring](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring) as he could not handle the girl with the pearl bracelet. She took him out of his comfort zone, as there were too many pearly beads. Jokes aside, the girl put on a pearl bracelet and I photographed her for a while. She wore a black dress, contrasted against her pale skin and the pearl bracelet. I lost her in a labyrinth afterwards; as she took off, I only saw her perfect hair frame her beauty. I hope that you enjoy this series of photographs of the girl I could not write. She put on a black dress and a pearl bracelet, and she vanished into my memories.

___ # Postscriptum, or She Danced While Everyone Watched We watched the sun set and she danced away. The girl with the pearl bracelet vanished into my dream. All that had remained was the memory of a girl that I could not write. All that remains is the memory. A fleeting memory of what was. Vermeer could not paint the girl with the pearl bracelet, nor could I write poetry about her. For she remained a memory in my mind and unreality in Vermeer's world. I hope that you enjoyed this series of photographs. Keep well, and happy photographing. *All of the writings in this post are my own, albeit inspired by the girl with the pearl bracelet. All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm lens.*