Portraits of my 11 year old brother Amarion, my hero. Amarion crafted this hat out of a cardboard box and tape in about 40 minutes. Eager to show me, he beamed with excitement and joy in showcasing something he was so proud of. I grabbed my camera and we went to an open field near my grandmothers home in the warm country of Arkansas. My pants falling off his small frame, he stands in front of me as I gaze through the view finder to compose my first shot. Raising the camera, my eyes rushed with tears, as I realize in some form— I was photographing my younger self’s hero. Everything I have ever dreamed of being, your wings I will forever nurture. May you fly knowing you are grounded in love. Soft to your core, endless in your being. May you know you are beautiful, may you know you are special, you are a walking and breathing dream. To have captured one of the purest and rawest forms of beauty that I’ve ever seen in this moment, I pray this affirmed you as much as it did me. To be seen. I love you.