To photograph. She’ll look away most of the time. But now and then I can catch her from a distance, or the side.
She’s of that age. Although she might also just be sick of me pointing the camera at her. She was my only model for five and a half years!
I can’t though let her get away with it. One day she’ll appreciate all the little attempts to capture her eight-years- old self. And I will be really disappointed in myself if I let myself play her little game.
There are still days when she lets me photograph her, when she’s dressed up (Punky Brewster style), or just really feeling it. Whatever look she has on though, I love every single one of them. She’s my little girl and I want to remember her in every way.