Puddlejumping
Every autumn I think, let’s skip family pictures this year.
They’re a lot of work. And do I really need to see how many wrinkles and cellulite I’ve gained in the past twelve months?
Yeah, not so much.
But then I look at my giggling girls on the wall of our entryway. I think about how different they look this year.
And I remember how much fun we have with this great lady, someone I don’t see nearly often enough, who also happens to be a fantastic photographer.
Somehow Joanne can get my girls to do anything. And even when they don’t do what she asks, she accommodates her shots to fit their moods. She brings props, ladders, and toys. She hauls said props up and down ditches, hills, and playgrounds.
Then she says she loves it. That’s talent.
A couple of years ago we had almost postponed our shoot because of rain. I remember Joanne said to me, I have lots of umbrellas. We could just use the setting. It’d look great!
And I – the wuss that I am – said, No, I don’t want to get my hair wet. Read more
Lana Meredith 