dorothy.

saturday morning, dorothy and i walked up to sun and fog and a lakefill surrounding. how i miss the memphis sun! chicago leaves predictability in a place not quite out of reach but too far to try. despite everything, i have never completely done photographing simply with the nikon and it was strange. the index finger learns to hold its impulses but with free storage rather than a physical frame, what is self-control? whatever it is, it is a different experience than the olympus, which i find the faster.

willow trees

fog and trees

this picture, i think, sums up the trip as a whole. through the hour or so we shot, the wind got colder and the sun kept its lazy head only occasionally peeking out, but besides the weather, dorothy primarily kept a composure of insecurity. not of herself, but of herself within the frame that i saw, something she couldn't (obviously). there were many moments of release but for the majority, without complete direction of what to do, she seemed completely dorothy when the camera hung at my side and so childishly (not as in seniority but in composure in face in innocence) unsure once my finger reached the 'trigger,' so to say.

more willow trees

the fog created such a mystery and glory in our little bay

a moment of sun

"absolute truth"

branches

another "absolute truth"