Day of the dead

I got up early in this stormy morning to meet with two lovely ladies and got coffee as the rain poured onto the streets and windows.

We had planned a photo shoot as the sun rose but the rain gave way to new plans.

Eventually we had our chance, under a ash sky full of heavy rain holding out for us. We photographed our painted faces. 

Day of the dead... It seems so ironic to photograph this being and feeling so rare and alive. 

We scampered through the forest and could hear the collecting rain shiver off the leaves.