Inhaling deeply we can float, but as we all know, we cannot hold our breath forever.

27.5" x 18"

Digital Print

When I was asked to photograph Dotty, her owner wanted me to just spend some time with her first, and get to know her. I was delighted because this meant hanging out by the pool, bonding with this sweet little kitty. She was very independent, and had a hard time tolerating the camera. Her age made photographing a little difficult, she was very fragile, and I could tell she would get tired and needed space. However, I could not be mad; this gave me a little time to take a nap in the sun! Did I mention Dotty's owner is a stylist; therefore, Dotty got a nice new haircut for her photoshoot. She really is so cute.

There were many who brought various instruments to play throughout the day to the people passing by to the trade market. Everyone in their own world, in their own time. It was lovely to hear all the instruments I do not hear on a normal basis. There was a wonderful jammin' band in the evening where people gathered around a fire to sing and dance. It was brilliant. Many people passed the time by making beautiful bead necklaces and showing off their beautiful, tedious work to others around the camp.

One moment of sweet goodness was meeting the "Pickle Lady." She brings manna from heaven in small jars filled with pickles. Her bread and butter pickles are such sweet nectar, an ambrosia you will want for all your sandwiches. We knew we would have to make a visit to the "Pickle Lady." When we finally came to the last pickle from last year's pickle jar we poured the pickle juice into small bowls to dip our sandwiches in, such a delicacy. These fabulous pickles from the pickle-angel-lady were opened immediatly upon our return to our camp and everyone had sandwiches made with such great love.

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