I arrived at her home on a bright Saturday morning and she was dressed in a pink princess dress- slightly too big. Her choice. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Neither would I.
I love that she didn’t want to hold the long stemmed flowers that mom happened to have out that day. That she didn’t want to sit still or that she was too shy to look me in the eye until an hour and a half after I arrived. I love that she didn’t get that the camera happened to be aimed at her for the entire morning. I love that for twenty minutes she circled and circled me with her Barbie Volkswagen and insisted that I stay off the grass. And I especially love that she wouldn’t let go of her butterfly that ended up in so many pictures.
I love all this because it was her. She showed her many expressions and who she is in a shoot that couldn’t have possibly been planned. Any agenda I had was let go of and out came Olivia as she was. A kitty cat, a little girl, a frog, a lover of itty bitty things, sensitive, a daughter, silly, emotional, beautiful.
