To me, there's simply not too much to say about this photograph. It is a high-contrast image of a pretty face. I fear I've lost my ability to wax poetic on my photographs. Perhaps this is cynicism manifesting itself at last. I was always told that didn't happen until 30. I'm only 20. Then again, psychology was never my strong suit.
Technical notes, etc.: Minor adjustments were made electronically; my el cheapo scanner has Dmax issues. This scan is faithful to the print. It's also my first gallery image here; any feedback is appreciated.