6:00 AM, we woke up to snowfall heavy enough to obscure the snow-capped mountains in the near distance. The sky was still a deep grey but the bare windows were gradually filling the room with blue-tinged light, so we rose with the sun.
Sophia and I laid there in silence for a bit, listening to our slow breathing, all else muffled by the winter white above. Our eyes were fixated on the storm outside, on the sleepy blanket the sky was laying down upon us, on our toes peeking out from the other edge of the comforter. It was one of those mesmerizing sights that will stick around forever (I hope the photos do it justice).
It was time to get over the beauty of it all, so we could get Sophia photoshoot fresh and shoot in the beauty of it all. We drew in heavy brows, keeping everything else subdued and glowy, got her dolled up in lace, polka dots, and fur, offset with punk-rock chokers, filled her up with warm cinnamon rolls, and then got to it. After a few hours in the house, Sophia and I entered the arctic landscape outside the comfort of these warm, caramel walls. It was my cruelest idea yet (one only Sophia would willingly attempt): nothing but lace in the dead of winter.