Somewhere inside, there she is.

In her minds eye a little girl sitting by a window seat.  The glass covered in drops that move as slow, as the sky is gray.

Her chosen path in life won’t let her live that, or even show it.  But there it is.  Hidden in the millisecond between each word.  The space between a blink and a tear.

She’ll keep pushing on.  No reason to wait.

Too much to see.  Too much too do.  Too much to photograph.

All these pictures.
All beautiful and stunning.
From the mountains that kiss the sky, to the shadow that one breast casts over another.

Either way,

They both show the beauty of God’s hand.

A temporary muse, she questions?

Hardly.

She’s got so much to show.  Now, if she’ll just share without fear.