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Delicate Light /

Abigail Joan

Delicate light. I spend my days searching for it. I will stop everything I am doing when I notice pockets of light touching the walls and pull together whatever I can to create some sort of portrait out of them before they disappear five minutes later. In this case, that meant kidnapping my sister, throwing a sheet over a ladder, and shooting through the bathroom mirror to not get the periodic table of emoluments shower curtain in the frame.

*Honourable mention to Uncle David’s shit.

Some of my favourite portraits happen in under five minutes: the unplanned and unforced.

Abigail Joan is leaving for New Zealand in a couple of weeks - a place so close to my heart.

And she is closer to my heart.

You’re in for a grand adventure, sister.

-S

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