Lake Mountains - Formal Session

Mesa and Jordan drove two hours, hopped in my car and allowed me to drive them 25 minutes up a bumpy dirt road. It wound around the edge of very tall hills, it was starting to snow, and I kept stopping randomly to pick Mesa a bouquet of wildflowers. It must have felt like they were being driven into the middle of nowhere with a scatterbrained eccentric.

Which, they were.

Oh, the trust.

It snowed, it sunned, it got cloudy and colorful. Their hands froze in the cantankerous cold of springtime, and still they humored me. What more could I ask for?

Meg Mulvey