Fields of Flo
We live on a farm with fields far and wide. Our happiest moments are spent running through the fields, watching the waves of wind blow through the long grass, stopping to search for seeds and peas in pods. Flo is wild spirit, always running and not often slowly. She is curious and inquisitive, intent on searching and seeking. I have to run alongside her, hiding in ditches and behind trees, only then I capture her spirit.