Life is life. I just need to accept that if there is a chance for something to go wrong, it totally will and have like five back up plans because I will always need them.
I was going to go to the mountains today to do some in the wildflowers, but plans changed. So I decided I would pull out my backdrops for school portraits and use my kids for my demo images. But the drops were so creased and wrinkled they looked horrid. Even after ironing one for 45 minutes it didn’t look any better. So I bagged it and didn’t know what I was going to do. Then my daughter came downstairs, all dressed to model for school portraits. I took one look at her chosen wardrobe and decided we would do something with it.
We jumped in the car and went to a favorite spot of mine. Tucked behind the home of my dear friend and fellow photographer, writer, sugar addict and crazy person, Erin Summerill (Click her name and check out her work, because she is seriously the bomb diggity. Book her for your awesome weddings and tell her you want me to second shoot.) Anyway, since I am a total stalker I know the awesome spots behind her house and this is one of them. Ad: formal bridesmaid dresses
My daughter, in the skirt which is really my size, but we brought it in to fit her for her report on Annie Oakley at school last year, the shirt, which is way too small for her and we had set aside to give to her friend, the belt, which she also wears with her Native American costume, and the hat, which she inherited when my neighbor and dear friend passed away earlier this year. This is her. She is very much my daughter. Her own person, despite the world. I hope she never changes.