We had a wander (notice a trend?) from Jacob's Ladder and around the back of the Old Town, getting only a little bit rained on in the process. I had taken a very elemental feeling from her poetry and was hoping to convey that in the portrait, so when the wind started whipping her hair and skirt around I was very glad.
Despite this shot being very obviously lit by flash - which I generally dislike - it seemed to the the one, capturing something none of the others did.
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