She actually climbed the tree. Hayley Marie Coppin is up among the branches in a floral skirt, her white top already pushed aside to reveal her bare chest, hair flying wild in every direction and a grin on her face so big and bright it rivals the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves around her. There is something utterly irresistible about the combination -- the delicate floral fabric, the rough bark of the tree, the green leaves and open air, and Hayley herself looking like the best version of a childhood adventure that adults should definitely be having. She is having the time of her life, and it shows in every single frame.
The tree turns out to be only the beginning. She climbs, she stretches, she hangs in the branches with the total physicality of someone who is completely at home in her body and in the outdoors, the floral skirt riding up and the top coming off entirely as the set unfolds. Down from the branches, she drops to the grass below and stretches out fully nude in the dappled light, that enormous grin still in place, her wild hair spread around her. This is Hayley at her most exuberant -- free, bare, completely herself, and absolutely magnificent.