Small details surrounded in big places always amazed the untrained eye. Scenic views of snowy mountain tops through the trail roads of familiar land unknown somehow, felt just like home. Perched friends that knew what love was an then there was her. I recall saying to myself after seeing her photos. I would love to get to know her. Who is she? And how is she so fearless? The powdered snow she placed on the bear's fur danced with the wind like sand in the Sahara Desert. She brought more than life to the frame with Bear, because she was more than a beast but the perfect animal. She was Bear's best friend. The first photos were elegant and vibrant like she was invisible. Her bushy eyebrows matched autumn leaves and her skin looked as soft as the morning dew. I zoomed in on the depths of curiosity. The camera on the road captures the shots. The arch of her back almost matched perfectly with the pinnacle of the snowy tree tops, as her eyes glazed back to the camera. Jake directed Bear to join the next shots. Bear was raised by Jake since he was five years old. Bear enjoyed the camera more than I did spectating her fearlessness. Jake and I started hanging out and became good friends when I was traveling cross-country. Shared similar backgrounds and music interest and both missed our deceased parents. We both played the guitar and always spoke about making a band.