L. was seven years old when I started tinkering with portrait photography. She’s patiently been my test subject hundreds of times. I’m actually surprised that she enjoys having her picture taken anymore, but she does. Maybe because it means she gets a new outfit or two! At one point yesterday I remember standing in a wheat field, next to a beautiful patch of sunflowers, obviously trespassing on someone’s farm, and saying to her, “Okay, now do something.” She said, “Like what?” I yelled replied, “I don’t know, you’ve done this before a million times, you know what to do!” Then, she did her thing and we took some photos. There were bugs, and itchy wheat, and holes that I’m sure animals were lurking in, and ditches she had to hop over in her wedge heels. For the first time ever, she didn’t complain at all. For that, she deserves her own post. She also deserves her own post because she’s mine and she’s 15. She’s a beautiful, amazing, lovely, smart, 15.
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