I hate being jealous. It doesn’t happen that often, really (I have a pretty darn nice life, after all), but sometimes I see something that just steams my clams. And sometimes I see it repeatedly, and I try to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist, lest I collapse into a big quivering pile of green goo. But I’m ready to give in to my base instincts and admit that I wish I’d taken all these pictures.
The kicker isn’t just that nearly every one of these shots is technically striking. No, the real bee in my bonnet is that Gemma, the subject in most of the pictures, is such a perfect model. She’s so full of wonder and life and light. And she has brown eyes, just like my own little girl. I feel like I’m not doing justice to Ava with my little Canon P&S, but then I can’t afford a closet full of Nikon, Hasselblad, and Contax gear. Were it only so….