Lune de lait, milk moon. Yanelis carrying light in the most literal sense; a portrait of the in-between, soft, certain, and full of waiting.

We put her in deep red and walked her down to the water, a crown of roses in that long red hair and a gown that catches the wind off the ocean. Against all that pale sea and soft cloud, the red does the whole job. She’s turned just slightly, one hand resting easy, and she’s smiling like she already knows how this story ends.

Maternity work asks you to slow down, and I’m glad it does. No rush, no big production, just the beach doing its quiet thing and Yanelis standing there plainly glad to be exactly where she is. After all the waiting, the warmth of something about to begin. I mostly just kept the frame honest and let her carry the rest, which she did, the way she carried everything that day.