Bridget Olson

One morning while I was trying to defrost my heat-less van, I awaited my sister who was running a tad late. The frost on my window framed her face as she was walking by so I took out my camera and composed a picture of her. I wanted the viewer to focus on the small details in the frost but also have a corresponding shape, Veronica. I was happy to have captured the moment because my mom began to scrape the frost, and the opportunity was lost.