Long and dark silky hair running down her shoulders. Bangs sitting straight past her eyebrows. Black twinkling eyes staring straight into the camera. She appears happy, uncertain, or maybe a little shy.  Who is that girl in the photograph? What does she know that I don't?In the early 2000s, my parents brought their cameras almost everywhere they went. Photography had finally become more access...

To undress, and immediately getting goosebumps from the touch of the sharpen air on my skin. The first touch of my feet with the freezing water. To go from being uncomfortable to feel at ease in just an instant. To surrender all my body to the force of the water, pushing me up, holding me, surrounding me, embracing me. To never want to dry off my body again. To be a river with infinite waterfal...