I caught her in a moment before her hair was scooped up into a ponytail. I can’t say anything to her about how much I like her hair down because I too scoop my hair up into a ponytail every single day.
I look at this picture of her and feel an aching deep inside. She’s caught in between stages. Still so much a little girl, but not so much, really. When she was born, I never really thought about what she would be like at age 10. I couldn’t see beyond babyhood, and then toddlerhood. But I see it now. I catch glimpses of what she’ll be like as a teenager (brace yourself!), and even a few glimpses of what she’ll be like as a woman. And as she pushes forward towards her independence, I have to restrain myself from pulling her right back.
I have to add this second picture, because I realize she looks angry, or sad, or a combination of both. She was tired. And maybe she was a little annoyed that I kept taking pictures of her (okay, I know she was annoyed). But here she is, mere seconds later, happy and ponytailed up.
i love her expression. Terrific job with the black and white.