The sounds of the ice cream truck twinkle softly as it approaches our house. The children make a run for the window, to see if they can catch a glimpse.
Brother quickly loses interest once he realizes his hopes to actually chase after said ice cream truck are dashed. But Sister stays looking out the window, mesmerized by the sights and sounds of our quiet Brooklyn neighborhood.
I am in love with the window light in our house – such a change from the dearth of light and space in our old apartment. I ask my young model to hold a pose while I captured a few images of her with this tempting backlight. The results are quite satisfying, indeed.