A couple of weeks ago, I had the immense pleasure of spending an afternoon into evening with one of my oldest and dearest friends and her daughter, Melody, entering into her senior year of highschool down in Idaho.
We chose to do the bulk of the shoot at Melody’s grandparents rustic estate on Windermere Creek near the quaint little lakeside town of Windermere, before ending things atop neighbouring Mount Swansea. It was a pretty perfect afternoon and the conditions were just plain magical down by the creek. It was made all the more perfect as, like the surroundings, Melody looked… well, just downright magical herself.
And while, as her mother’s friend, I’m pretty familiar with the story of Melody… this is what comes to my mind when I think of her now… sweet, magical Melody… when not scrambling over rocky crags on mountain-tops, lives among the deep green ferns that grow creekside, sipping sweet, fresh dew from lowslung leaves and blades of grass… and when she grows sleepy, she curls up in the satin petal of a wild calla lily, lulled into slumber by the tender lullaby of crickets and dragonflies and friendly toads who also call the banks of the creek their home…..
teehee.
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