Nojoqui Falls never disappoints. The gnats, however, were on a mission. Rude, relentless, and completely uninvited. Scarlett was unfazed. Graceful, adorable, and somehow immune to the chaos of winged nuisances. Me, I was swatting and complaining. A lot. I tend to do that when my personal space is relentlessly being invaded by uninvited guests.
She wanted woodsy and personal, and she nailed both. Cross country bibs? Perfect. CDs? Even better. Turns out, Gen Z does know what those are. I nearly fell over when I saw Sarah McLachlan in the stack. My high school phase rushed back in full force.
Thank you, Scarlett, for trusting me to capture this special time.
