Sometimes, I don’t care about photography techniques, guidelines and rules.
Sometimes, my mother-heart clicks the shutter button and I just let go.
I let go of those little rules about composition, chopping limbs and achieving proper focus.
Instead, I hold onto that brief 10-second window when my little girl shined brighter than the sun.
The way her hair glowed.
The way the light caught in her eyes.
The way the sun illuminated her fair skin.
The way her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked behind a veil of hair being tossed about in the wind.
The way my heart exploded when we locked eyes and she smiled.