I opened this file a few week ago from my archive.
Originally shot in RAW and imported to lightroom in adobe standard colour, I really liked it. I mostly make my own black and white conversions from scratch and knew this was an obvious choice here.
Once I’d finished, I exported to my desktop as a full size jpeg and cried. This is a traumatised child living on the edge, but with the hope of all humanity in her eyes.
The hope that she might not see her father hit her mother tonight. The hope that she might sleep on a real bed one day, not a piece of cardboard on a concrete floor. There is no need to worry about tomorrow, when all that matters is tonight.