If pictures speak a thousand words, why am I speechless?
She chose the jacket. I chose the frame. The good Lord chose the weather and the waving wheat.
I've had this image living on my desktop for nearly two years. It's more than the subject, her look. Peek-a-boo. I see you.
I don't believe in perfect. But I do believe that sometimes the forces all align. I didn't choose the blue jacket or the weather. Or the pose. I set the ISO, the frame rate, and pulled the trigger.
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