She padded out to the field in Amherst in tiny bare feet. The wind forced her feathers forward to form a perfect frame for her beautiful face.
Her belly was an important part of this session; in 5 short months she'd be expecting her first child. Though none of you knew until now . . . the secret was held sacred as her headdress by my lens.
She rested on the grass in the sun.
The life she carries secure beneath taut muscles and smooth skin.
She became Quabbin. It was waiting for her, still, perfect, clean.
She bends like the birches beyond.
The Orchard is hers. The soft setting sunlight wrapped around her - her blanket.
One last glance . . .
Before she leaves us. . .