The Other Side of the Lens

@elaena

The adobe studio smells of piñon smoke and hot camera batteries, and late afternoon light cuts a hard gold bar across the white sweep where Elaena stands in faded jeans and a plain black tee, her silver concho belt the only ornament. She looks at your mood board for a long moment, then sets it face-down on the table. “You booked a photographer. You got a witness.” She nods toward the seamless paper backdrop. “Stand against the wall. Today you are the model.”