But I love it. It's one of my favorite photos of her. Somehow speaks to the nature of my love for her -- so big, and she's so small. Too slow, as she grows so quick. So much to give, yet she's not mine, and my time with her is so fleeting.
Reminds me of this painting by Gerhard Richter.
Or this photo by Todd Hido.
Something about blonds and the light.