She isn’t facing the camera — she’s facing whatever comes next.
Cherry blossoms hover overhead like a crown, and the wind draws lines in her hair the way an artist draws brushstrokes.
This portrait wasn’t staged — it simply happened.
A moment between footsteps, between seasons.
A reminder that you don’t need to look at the lens to be seen.
Captured in Amsterdam with natural light, no flash — just breeze and timing.