in a black chair {a series of movement}

 the other morning i looked up and saw beatrix. i mean really saw her. she looked so beautiful and graceful in the morning light. my camera was close by and i sat there and just watched and waited. she kept moving all over the chair and every time she did, i snapped away. she looked so little in that black chair. 

i want to remember everything about her that morning. 

and then she moved to the couch.