dad's arms

I was at the opening of a new store in Twentynine Palms when a Dad walked in carrying his daughter. I saw the shadows created by blinds and the glitter on her shoes. I knew I wanted to capture the moment. It’s not hard to remember how important shoes were to me as a little girl. I had to wear oxfords for fallen arches, and although they were popular in some circles, they weren’t okay to me. My Mary Janes were my favorite. When I wore them, I felt like a princess.