These three ladies couldn’t get enough of my camera. I could have a whole album of their dances, songs, giggles, and their covers of Rihanna’a hits. If anyone knows the song they are singing, please share! (Please also excuse the distracting noise from my lens focusing.)
Last night I returned from a week in Seattle. Exploring, celebrating, and enjoying the company of my two dearest friends. Finding people who you can not only open up to but also travel and explore is one of my greatest blessings. I turned 23 in Seattle one year ago, and traveled there again to celebrate my 24th. Something about that state, its people, and it’s colors keep drawing me back.
My birthday left me feeling young, grateful, and adventurous. Exactly what I hoped it to.
Recently, I joined a group to volunteer in Jamaica. I found all of the days rewarding, but this one was incredibly inspiring.
Here we were mingling, dancing, and listening to the stories of the people at the Manchester Infirmary. I fell for the ladies. Their stories, their tears, their smiles, and their desire for style that still remained. The lady in the black dress, after noticing my camera, went into her room, took off whatever she seemed unfit, and returned in her beautiful black dress. After helping her button the buttons, she had a pose already in mind. After a couple clicks she took a peek at the photo and I saw disappointment. She did not like what she saw. Not in the normal vain way we find ourselves displeased with a photo, she wasn’t quite sure who she saw in the photo. I saw a glimpse of disappointment in her eye, both at what she saw and what I captured. She saw her pose playing out quite differently than my camera could capture. Beautiful yet to me, I saw couldn’t get the sight of her sad eyes out of my mind.
Miss Lady: Thank you, do you want to see my hair?