On an evening walk, my sister let me shap a few portraits of her in the glowing light. I’ve always found my sister beautiful. Even when I was a little girl I would mimick and find ways to carry myself like she did. Her ever changing color eyes and genuine laugh are on the top of a long list of attributes that make my sister so striking in both personality and prescense. What a priveledge to capture who my sister is, now at thirty. More radiant with each passing year and yet, with sweet little freckles still reminding me of the girl I grew up with. Love you, Bre.