Throughout the shoot she seemed so lax, so detached from what was happening around her that she would daze off for minutes at a time. She warned me of that before we met, declaring that her mind is always racing. And I believe that now. I believe her mind takes her to different worlds. She's secretly an escapist. Pounding the pavement 3 to 4 miles at a time, she has become quite the running addict, which I believe is her temporary escape fix. She seeks a more serious escape through travel. A trip to Europe awhile back introduced her to a life in transit, she soon hopes for more nomadic adventures and wishes the world would become her backyard. And despite her flighty desires, and her contentedness for solitude, Morgan provided conversation as lush as some of the exotic countries she wishes to visit. This is Morgan Middaugh and she's been liberated.
It only took a few seconds. I turned the ignition off, exited my car and walked towards her and we exchanged friendly hello's. She then said she was happy to hear my voice finally, after a few rounds of texting weeks prior. How sweet. Just a few moments into the shoot and I already liked Morgan.
Morgan and her mom met me in downtown Phoenix and we had quite the expedition. Her relaxed attitude, and "fluffy cloud" demeanor was a joy to behold, and remained strong even through a potentially uncomfortable encounter with a homeless man. The disheveled city dweller approached us, dressed in a shredded 90's Lakers Dennis Rodman jersey, covered in a scent of intoxication, asking for the time and hoping to observe us. I also remember he thought putting his dog in a shot would be a great idea. Getting awkwardly close, as some bizarre strangers will, Morgan never flinched, unembarrassed by this poor man's lack of civility.