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Hair by Laura Lee @ Rearviw Mirror Brewster MA.

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity --

by Emily Dickinson

blossom

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

Spring

Sunrise in November

Cold start to a wonderful day, Jess and Jamie were great to do a shoot at 6:15 am in Truro. I had to pick them up at 4:30 am. Totally worth it we had fun and got some great photo's this day.

Deep in the woods there is a wonderful old hunting shack with so many stories to tell. These girls just came alive in there and what great energy it was. I could do this kind of hiking around graveyards and finding wonderful rusty colors every day.