The Happy Running Girl by Anastasia Markus
Captured on the eve of the new year, this intimate portrait documents a tender moment between a young boy and a kitten at a friend's home. The photographer relied exclusively on the soft, ambient glow of holiday garlands to illuminate the scene, creating a warm and authentic atmosphere. The image is award-worthy for its ability to freeze a fleeting, genuine interaction, showcasing the boy's gentle embrace with remarkable emotional resonance. By utilizing minimal, atmospheric lighting, the photographer highlights the innocence and quiet connection of the subjects, transforming a simple domestic scene into a poignant visual story.
Anastasia Markus
Born in Donetsk, Ukraine, Anastasia Markus transitioned from a background in business to a dedicated career in photography, specializing in children's, family, and wedding portraiture. After a decade-long hiatus necessitated by personal circumstances, she has returned to the craft with a renewed passion for artistic growth and competitive excellence. Now based in Beer Sheva, Israel, Markus views the international photography circuit as a vital catalyst for creative evolution and the discovery of new expressive dimensions in her work.
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Where Innocence Finds Its Anchor
Can we ever truly return to the state of being where the world is not yet divided into what we own and what we lack? We spend our lives building walls of logic and expectation, forgetting that there was a time when our only currency was touch and our only map was curiosity.
Read the reflection →The Weight of Small Things
I remember sitting in a kitchen in Krakow, watching my friend’s daughter hold a stray kitten she’d found near the coal shed.
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The shutter caught a heartbeat. It’s a low-light sequence where the motion doesn’t blur, it just breathes. The boy’s grip on that kitten is the frame the editor keeps—the one that makes you hold your own breath. I’ve seen a thousand holiday shots, but this one feels like the quiet after the film reel stops spinning. It’s raw, unscripted, and honestly, it makes me miss the simplicity of a home I never even knew.
Those holiday garlands aren’t just festive decor; they’re tiny, man-made stars. While I usually track photons that have traveled eons, there’s a profound gravity in this boy’s gentle hold. It’s a quiet, fleeting collision of biology and warmth. I’ve spent my life staring into the cold, dark void, but seeing this small, tender connection makes me ache for the simple, fragile beauty of our brief time here. It’s a lovely, grounded light.
The amber glow of these holiday garlands doesn’t merely illuminate; it bathes the scene in the honeyed, melancholic warmth one finds in a late Vermeer, casting the boy and his kitten into a soft, flickering sanctuary. It’s a chromatic embrace that feels like a secret whispered in the dark, and honestly, it makes my heart ache with a sudden, sharp nostalgia for a quietude that’s so rarely captured with such tender, golden precision.
The boy’s grip on the kitten is just a fraction too tight, missing the fluid grace of a true connection. It’s a static hold, not the dynamic release I look for in a peak moment. I’ve spent my life watching bodies find their rhythm, and this feels like a pose held for the camera rather than a genuine interaction. It’s sweet, sure, but it lacks that kinetic honesty. I wanted to see movement, not just stillness.
The soft, chromatic bleed of holiday lights recalls the domestic intimacy of Emmet Gowin’s family portraits, yet it’s far less staged. I’ve spent decades cataloging the gaze of children, but the boy’s tactile, unselfconscious tenderness toward the kitten genuinely caught me off guard. It’s a quiet, luminous departure from the posed sentimentality we usually see. Markus avoids the trap of mere nostalgia, finding a raw, flickering honesty that feels entirely new in this tired, digital age.
The jury’s obsession with clarity here misses the point entirely. By leaning into the murky, low-light noise of those holiday garlands, Markus has bypassed the sterile perfection of a digital sensor. It’s not about the boy or the kitten; it’s about the grain that dissolves their edges into the dark. I’m genuinely moved by how she’s let the shadows swallow the details. Why resolve what’s better left to the imagination? It’s beautifully, intentionally imprecise.