I did a senior photo shoot tonight. We had planned for just a headshot, she was my volunteer, my guinea pig for practicing with my lights. I dusted them off - dug them out from under the bed - watched the how-to video and set them all up. And realized I just don't have room - after all three lights were up, there was no room left for me, and I like to think that I'm an important, even essential, element in the process. I tried a few on Allan (he was thrilled) and I just couldn't get back far enough.
So we defaulted to the garage, my old standby.
The original plan was to get just the headshot tonight, they are due pretty quick for the yearbook - and do the outdoor fun ones another night. But the night was too good to pass up - minimal wind, beautiful colors, just a bit of a chill in the air and blue skies.
I told her, get in the van - we're going to town, while shouting promises of McDonalds for the kids, once again, left parentless at home, Allan getting a little tired of all the babysitting.
I can feel free with Kay-kay, as I've known her since the day she was born - her mother one of my dearest friends and Pa's cousin, her father - also a dear friend and our laundry room remodeling guy.
I can't quite believe she's a senior already, how did that happen?
I enjoyed sharing my favorite memory of her while doing her shoot. She must have been about four, because the incident took place at her sisters baptism. It was there that she asked me to draw some pictures. Draw me an airplane. Draw me a flower. Draw me a snowman, a clown, a car, a duck, a house, on and on I happily drew her requests.
After a good half hour-forty minutes of drawing on demand, she looked up at me and with a resigned and rather disappointed sigh she stated, very matter-of-factly
You don't draw very good, do you.