Like most Taylor Camp institutions, the Church Guest House was managed by “vibes”. There were no reservations and, in a community where the men outnumbered the women, it was not surprising to find the Guest House “vibe” favored beautiful, single, young females.
I don’t recall this woman’s name. She didn’t stay in camp long. I saw her doing something in front of the house, asked to take her photo, posed her on the ladder, set up the tripod, the cat crept through the curtained doorway, gave her a nuzzle and I snapped this shot. Here today, gone to Maui. Another moment in beautiful Taylor Camp light.