Mackenzie —() Big Sur, California
Notes
Mackenzie understood the assignment. We spent the morning drinking cold coffee, moving slowly, and waiting for the light to find its way into a cabin tucked away in Northern California. Somewhere in between, she reminded me that not everything has to be perfect to be beautiful. When the sun finally reached the windows, we drifted through the small rooms, following the light. We ended the morning with a walk to the water. I left thinking about how some people have a quiet way of being in front of a camera. They don't perform or fill the space. They simply exist, and that has always felt more interesting to photograph.
Mackenzie understood the assignment. We spent the morning drinking cold coffee, moving slowly, and waiting for the light to find its way into a cabin tucked away in Northern California. Somewhere in between, she reminded me that not everything has to be perfect to be beautiful. When the sun finally reached the windows, we drifted through the small rooms, following the light.
We ended the morning with a walk to the water. I left thinking about how some people have a quiet way of being in front of a camera. They don't perform or fill the space. They simply exist, and that has always felt more interesting to photograph.
