You’ll often hear me refer to my ‘inner child’ when I talk about my work and inspiration.
Growing up with my twin sister, we spent all our free time barefoot in the forest, playing dress-up and imagining worlds that I recreate today as I relive the magic of my childhood through photography.
I create and photograph a lot of fun themes, but this one–this one came straight from the soul. It awakened in me the slumbering twins whose alarm clocks were birds and the whoosh of the creek whispered “we are waiting’. Barefoot and full of belief, we always answered.
For this set, I wrote this poem.
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜
They are the girls who grew up barefoot, creek-walking and taking stake of the forest lands behind their homes with mud-covered sticks and war cries.
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜…they are the girls whose alarm clocks were birds and whose dinner call were the glowing bellies of fireflies.
They weren’t rich. But their imaginations were.
They didn’t have much, but they never knew it.
And they chased the sun because they believed they could catch it.
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜
They never played a damsel in distress.
They never lost a glass shoe
They didn’t need true love’s kiss to save them.
They saved themselves.
They ruled Kingdoms.
They took no prisoners
They took risks.
Defiant and daring, they didn’t dream of love–they dreamed of freedom that smelled like the earth that filled their lungs with life.
They dreamed of the glowing buttery sun tip-toeing off to sleep with a nod that she’d see them again tomorrow. They’d chase her again tomorrow.
They dreamed of adventure.
And they lived their dreams.
No one could stop them.
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜
They are me.
They are you.
We are them.
They are calling.
If you have lost yours– go find her and get lost with her again.
Ｇｅｔ ｌｏｓｔ．
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