The year I first got my camera (also known as My Precious), I tried to take a picture of my three kids (also known as the Spawn of Satan). Just kiddin’. Anyway, I dressed the girls up in their Easter dresses and put the boy in his suit, and bought this chair specifically for the photo shoot. –Oh, yes I did. And it wasn’t the first or the last purchase I have made with a photo shoot specifically in mind. It’s an illness. Don’t make fun.
See, I had discovered this lovely field of grass on the way to Lizzy’s school, and I had to take advantage of it. A field of grass with a barn off in the distance? That’s the sort of gold child photographer’s can’t pass up. So, I did what any good photographer would do and I dressed up my kids and trespassed on somebody else’s property.
Anyway… this was back when Jane was only 2 years old. The plan was that she was supposed to sit on the chair like a little princess and smile sweetly at the camera, while her older siblings stood around her serenely. But, The Boy was bored stiff, the sun was too bright for Lizzy, and Jane… let’s just say, after 100+ shots in the bright morning sun with me calling out “Jane! Jane! Jane! Look at the camera! Jane! Jane! Sit back down on the chair! Jane! Jane! Leave your hat on! Boy!!! Stop picking your nose with that blade of grass! JANE! Look at mommy, Jane!” she came undone. A light morning wind caught her hat and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Anyway, at the time I was trying to build up my portfolio and felt the morning was a complete waste of time (and money. cough. In fact, I’m still trying to work that chair into a photo shoot sometime so that I can finally feel like it’s purchase was worthwhile.). But, I love this picture. These are my children, captured authentically. Moody, bored, and a little psychotic. Someday I want to blow this up on canvas.