Cumbre, the summit. The second roll with Sierra, pushing the same look further up the mountain.

By this point in the day we had loosened all the way up. The cover is just Sierra close, hand to her jaw, red lips, that loose honey hair coming down around a denim jacket, with a wall of ferns and palms gone soft behind her. I moved in tight and let the green blur out so there was nowhere to look but her.

She gives the lens this half-lidded, slightly amused look, like she has already read my mind and decided to humor me anyway. I kept the frame simple on purpose. When someone is doing that much with so little, you do not crowd it. You hold focus on the eyes and the lipstick and get out of the way.

This was the second roll with her, and you can feel us both relaxing into it. The first set finds the look. The summit is where you stop reaching for it and it just shows up.