From the bottom of the catwalk to the top of a freight isn’t a great distance. A camera will be there keeping you safe. We will talk until the moment comes for me to leave you alone in front of the lens. I will wait outside the frame. We can show the great grace, the calm air emanating from you even as you arc and blur. We can show what you’ve learned from watching our young, the bounce of their limbs and wet, assessing eyes. Their sharp periphery, the unformed flicker that crosses their brow before they fall asleep, pupils open still behind the lid.