I took this photo of my weekend girl-crush during a magical weekend get-away at a farm in Wisconsin. A magical time, meeting a bunch of people I didn’t know. We completely gelled as a group. We commemorated our time together by putting on hats – the hats were an important part of the ritual – and setting off rockets – which we had painted – over the drowsy green fields. Then we all scattered through the fields looking for the pieces. My girl-crush stood at the end of the long dirt road, leading to the farm, watching the search. She looked haunting. She never looked the same. Every time you looked at her, something else was happening. I was captivated.
