trying not to forget them at this age when I know my mind will someday...and trying to push myself to shoot for me the way I want only for me...no cheese...just observing + photographing them being them.her at thirteen who loves to dance in the rain,who still likes to hold my hand on walks,the freckles on her nose...her wild hair when the wind blows...and him at fourteen who loves to challenge me with his wit and strength,who hugs me from behind when he is tired or overwhelmed,who see's every rock as a baseball and every stick as a bat,him who likes to "place" her and her who enjoys being "placed" by only him.I love these two...they are my favorites.