Shelby Thomas -The Senior Collection-

She danced on the streets, spinning circles around broken down garages, running across uneven patches of cement, smiling at everything, her elephant pendant bounced off her sunshine tank-top, occasionally floating with her. She wore a straw fedora some of the time, and the rest of the time used it as a stylish missile directed at the only pair of eyes beholding this instant of candid frolicking. Her mom sent back to the car to fetch a new outfit, unaware of this sudden breakfast club dance montage, missed a moment that makes being a photographer exciting. People are unpredictable. So are our futures. A topic that seemed foggy for Shelby. She enjoyed art. Photography actually. Though there seemed to be a sense of hesitancy when talking about it. But she was fully aware of her youth and felt calm knowing that none of her thoughts were explicit or needed to be definitive. She exudes a carefree, do-what-i-want attitude, underneath a bright smile and brown eyes that pierce when not concentrated towards the sky. To her, the sky isn't the limit. There is no limit. I imagine she'll shimmy or shake for as long as she wants. I was just lucky to watch. This is Shelby Thomas.