This pictures speaks to me. As her mother, who finds her _everything_ beautiful. As a photographer, in love with light. And as a human being, who loves bodies, skin, shapes.
That gorgeous golden winter morning light. Precious after days of shadow, foggy, cold. How it plays across the developing muscles of her back, how it catches the dishevelment of her morning hair, the back of an ear, the curl at the nape of the neck. The space within and without, light and shadow.
She was getting dressed on a chilly morning in a ray of light. I had mere seconds to grab my camera. Three year olds don’t tend to cooperate with breath-taken mama’s. Delighted that something of the moment lingered on in my image.