Waiting for that babe is a dream of its own kind, magical, imaginary, hard to explain. Jess met me one summer morning and we waded into the creek to make these fairytale portraits of her little 23 week bump.
Log in or register to post comments
Waiting for that babe is a dream of its own kind, magical, imaginary, hard to explain. Jess met me one summer morning and we waded into the creek to make these fairytale portraits of her little 23 week bump.