The day started hot and humid like the South in June. Shannon picked me up and we ventured to Sands Point Preserve to meet Yanina. She walked up to us in the field by the water with camera equipment taller than she is, smiles on all of our faces.
Directly behind us stood a castle of stone, we were no longer on Long Island, but living presently in the past. We walked slowly into the adjacent wood, listening to elusive creatures whispering to each other about us.
Shannon led us to a bridge she had known once. It was overgrown with branches stretching out over it, preserving it in time. Yanina captured me writing, deftly working her camera and lights with mastery, clearly in her happy place.
Next we camped out near the water, castle just out of reach, trees bordering the forest. This was Shannon's spot. She methodically lay out her easel, and slowly, carefully set up her paints and a finished oil work of hands holding flowers. She is concentrated and unafraid, like Yanina, who was always observing- point, wait, shoot.
The last shot of the day was one of the three of us. In it we are happy, and hopeful. Glad that we have found new friends, unified in our beliefs in Nova, and each other.