No one does a natural, forbidding landscape—and a solitary, independently strong, unabashed woman looking comfortable in her skin—in quite the same way as Mr. Winge.

This portrait turns our attention inward as we assess an incumbent female figure atop a rocky incline below, compelling us to fill in the blanks and fill out the story. Sandy, the way your hip curves suggests to us that you could be lying on smooth cool marble near a pool, or in a fragrant garden of antiquity, instead of on crude stone. You capture the spirit of the place, what it might have been, but is now forgotten. Your pose elevates the poignant, rough skeleton of ruins to a sumptuous vision in our imagination.

Lucky, lucky you, finding yourself in the watchful eye of Winge’s lens.

Sweet