I meant to blog before today, but, as you may have heard, we’ve got sun.
Summer’s arrival in the Pacific Northwest has been nothing short of slothful. Our friends from sunnier parts of the planet have probably had plenty of belly-aching fodder to add to their Vancouver jokes. After all, British Columbians do melodramatic very, very well. But in case you mistake rain complaints as Vancouver’s unique bid for an Olympic sport, I’d like to present a case for:
… sun-induced panic sprints.
It may not be among the list of London 2012 Games, but here in the Wet Western Coast of Canada, we run faster than a cheetah when we see a hint of sun. Quick! Everyone, drop what you’re doing! It’s HERE!
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