mischievous

When I took this photo, I was not feeling all that mischievous. It was windy out and very cold. I was waiting for a friend who was late and a girl in the parking lot behind me would not stop staring at me while I took pictures of myself jumping and twirling around.

There is something about this photo though...
Yes, I have that smile. Yes, I am peeking around a rusted old pole. Yet, it is the eyes that get me. As though I have just come from some devious magic or crafty prank. There is a sense of waiting to this photo that I love...I am just waiting for the next outrageous opportunity to come around the corner...