Joy doesn’t need permission.
It shows up with a crooked grin, a smudge on the cheek, and a hat too big for the moment. This portrait doesn’t ask to be taken seriously—it asks to be felt. It holds the wild honesty of childhood, where everything is oversized: the laughter, the curiosity, the world itself.
The tilt of the cap, the soft shadows of a genuine smile—this is the kind of candid that makes time stop, if only for a second.
Because sometimes, the best portraits don’t show the whole face... just the whole heart.
