brisk wind blows and fiery leaves fall.
the whoosh of golden locks veil a wide stretched smile
but that bliss of life can’t be covered.
my splendid little one,
you’re a gleaming light on the dimmest day.
Olympia WA, Family Photographer
That first photo! I die. And the last. And all of them in between really.
You captured it…I can almost here the wind in these images!
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