Karma would often follow me around camp—usually trailing behind the pack of boys pestering me to take their pictures. She never asked to have her photo taken but was always a ready and willing model—a beautiful child.
I saw the light, the scene, Karma, the rock, the “Free Store” coop in the background and asked Karma to sit on the rock. The boys jumped into the frame, making faces and noises—sticking out their tongues. I drove the boys off, chasing them onto the beach and telling them to go sit near the water or I wouldn’t photograph them again. That worked.