My family is so over my photographs.
They really are.
I can see the "OK now I've got to act interested in catchlights
and composition" look when I ask them
to come and see a client session
that I've just edited.
They just don't get it.
They don't speak my language.
But I really can understand this because
I don't speak my husband's or son's language
when it comes to football either.
I do love the sport and I enjoy
watching key games and cheering as loudly
as the next person,
but to spend two or three whole months of
Saturdays on the couch watching
game after game after game
while so many other things are going on
around town
or being stuck to the phone updates
when you are dragged out of the house.....
well, that's just not my language.
Madison is emersed in her own photography,
so unless she is telling me that I need
to up the contrast on one of my photos,
she'd rather spend her free time pouring over the
1.5 million photographs that she has of herself and her friends.
I get that too.
She's 14 and her own little world
is all there is right now.
What I don't get though is
how shocked my own family members are
that my photo sessions are actually fun events
to participate in.
They've seen my smile upon returning home from a shoot.
They've heard me tell stories of funny things that happened.
They've even acted like they've heard me when they ask,
"How was the shoot mom?" and
I answer back, "It was soooo fun!"
For Thanksgiving this year,
we had my brother and his family in town.
Jeremy and Ashley have the only other grandchildren
on my side of the family,
so I could not pass up the opportunity
to do a shoot while everyone was together.
Trying to get everyone excited,
I pushed the shoot for a week before the event.
It had to take place on Thanksgiving afternoon
because of flight schedules,
so I heard alot about how stressful it was gonna be
right smack in the middle of cooking chaos,
but I insisted that this shoot MUST happen.
I told them that the resulting images from a shoot like this
would be well worth any stress that they anticipate happening.
We put the turkey and everything else in a holding pattern
and off we went.
It seemed fitting that we were doing the shoot
at an abandoned mental hospital.
Upon arrival,
I arranged everyone for the group shots and
snapped away.
Before long everyone was laughing and joking
and having the best time.
I was able to get some excellent shots of my mom and all
of her grandchildren gathered around her.
These are memories that she will cherish for many years to come.
I took a few of Ashley, Jeremy, Zane and Easton too.
I was even able to hand the camera to Jeremy and
let him take a few of our family with me in them.
Upon leaving, my boys kept saying
over and over again how much fun they had.
They sounded surprised that this was not a torturous event.
My husband even told me that he had more fun than he expected.
My mom was thrilled with the shoot and had a good time as well.
I don't know what they thought
my shoots were like
or why most of them thought that this would be a stressful
frustrating afternoon,
but I'm glad they were able to experience
a laid back, natural, fun session with me.
So now they know what I do
and why I love it so much....
even if I still can't get them to sit down
and let me show them a client session
without seeing them roll their eyes
or heaving a big sigh of dread.
Here are some highlights
from our {apparently} shockingly fun family session:
2 comments:
Thanks for making me smile this morning. Your pictures are wonderful!
These are so sweet Becca! I love them.
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