“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes

One day, Becky asked me about taking some photos of her for her new website. She told me a tiny bit, that day, about what she is beginning, led by a recent event that opened up a new life for her.  I responded with my usual reply of “lets have coffee and chat about this.”
I went to her house, notebook in hand and sipped my coffee listening to her story. Mostly listening FOR her story and jotting down a few words and phrases she was using to describe herself and what it is she wanted her website to look like and feel like. I was starting to get excited, feeling as though I was connecting images to her story already. But then she said, “I would like the photos to be taken in my house with the white walls and the lovely, perfect light.” And then I slowly closed my book and in my confusion said, “Ok, maybe you can show me some examples of what you mean.” And she did, and they were beautiful. And perfect. In a not so perfect for her kind of way.  We kept chatting. I told her a little bit about the project I had been working on for the past couple of years, ‘We Are the Wild’, and after describing it to her she leaned back in her chair, completely relaxed and said “I am at my most wild at my camp”.  I, of course, started laughing and responded with “ok then, that’s where we do the photos.” And she looked at me like I just turned on the switch to the biggest lightbulb she could find. Finally, we were getting somewhere. I said, “You want to help people see that even in the imperfections there is beauty to be found, that you aren’t perfect, that life is sometimes shit, but you can still thrive, so lets show them how you did that. Lets take some photos that show your story.” And here, my friends, are those photos. At her camp, where she lived and continues to live her WHOLE life.
These images are not perfect in the technical sense of the word. Mostly shot at sunset and into the dark, they are grainy and sometimes blurry, but isn’t that true of life? And raw. These images are raw and soulful and reveal Becky’s growing and deep connection to her self, and her people. 🖤

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