My friend Barbara. Working up to a portrait one of these days. So many stories in her face. Getting closer to figuring out the right place, light, and time.
The light in Barbara’s apartment is golden in the afternoon sun. It’s dotted with treasures and keepsakes from a lifetime of adventures: some good, some not so good. She finds meaning in everything. It’s fascinating.
In a coffee shop before an hour-long conversation. Somehow, our talks never seem quite long enough. She is the master of ending a conversation at exactly the right moment to leave one wanting a bit more.
