For Valentine’s Day I give you a photo I took with one of my favorite Sarasota loves. (Remember Ricci?)
It was 2005. I was newly single and living in my first apartment.
We took it using self-timer and two tea light candles. It took more than a dozen tries to get it right and by the end of our little shoot the carpet was splattered in wax. It took hours to scrape clean.
What I learned that day: lighting a heart on fire is easy. Capturing it forever is another story.
It was sooo worth it, because now I have this picture and every time I look at it I feel like I’m 23 again, fearless and on the verge of everything.
PS. So you know how I was crying the blues about schlepping my kid into restaurants? Well, Ricci is on assignment in West Africa right now and she brought along her 16-month-old daughter, Amelia. Now THAT’S what I call brave.