It had been a year since I’d photographed a senior portrait session. I’d forgotten how much I love that not child, not adult energy. Not black not white, but someone living in the finite space of endless possibility gray. We never know how small that space is until we look back one day to realize it’s gone. Irretrievably. Not that I’d want to go back. I’m happy with the lessons I’ve lived. I like my life, even if it means taking on the thirty-six year old responsibilities. But I felt lucky to be around her for a few hours. The girl at the end of a childhood, on the verge of everything. She reminded me that, that space still exists. It just might look a little differently today.
What about you? What sorts of things make you feel like the world is still full of possibility?