"I don't shoot ghosts," he replied. "I shoot the earth. I shoot the part of you that keeps the world from spinning off its axis."

"Most people want to hide this," she said, gesturing to the heavy, rhythmic swing of her hips. "They want me to look smaller. Like a ghost of myself."

Elias just shook his head. He adjusted his tripod, lowering it to catch the perspective of someone looking up at a monument.