Trails

Other times I have passed by this place and taken photos of the models that accompany me. Other times natural light has flooded the path with the warm tones typical of Caribbean afternoons, but this time that light was not there. But it was Lynes and I and my flash and that was all it took. She moved like the muse she is, like a dream on the dusty and musty path, and that's why these photos. There are sighs that can be captured.