This little lovely belonged to one of the sweet-grass basket weavers in Charleston. As I photographed her grandmother, she made it known that she wanted her picture taken too. Then she wanted to take a picture of her grandmother, and then a picture of me. And then she wanted to see them all on the camera screen. I wish I could accurately portray how the scene played out. But this picture, and those eyes, is all there is.

G’night!