DJ

I met this young Washington andd Lee woman when she was helping the fledgling VMI cheerleading squad and she was attending ROTC and Arabic classes.

She began seeking my advice on becoming a Marine officer, and a friendship formed over my coffee and her amazing biscotti.

My first impression of her was not good, though I thought she could be cute if she tried. My opinion changed when she attended the army ROTC dining-in. She looked really pretty, and I determined that I would one day take her photo.

When I asked, she was all about it. The more I took her photo, the more comfortable and confident she became. We made hundreds of beautiful photos together for over ten years. 

Then, life happened. She graduated, moved away, married her boyfriend, wisely divorced his abusive ass, got out of the Marines, took a thankless government job, and stopped carring about herself. She was simply not the same happy young woman any more. and I blame him.

In an archiving mistake and a computer crash, I lost most of her photos, though I found these in an old webpage photo file. They are a good representation of the body of work.