About a month ago, it was time for our family to get immortalized by having our portrait taken by a professional photographer. It was a chance to get it done now that our clan was finally complete, and it was also for a good cause - arranged by our local school district. The appointment for the picture was held at our local school administration building, and was to happen sometime after I was done from work. I come home, only to realize that we have to be there all dressed up in five minutes. Kids are crying because of the hurry, and I am tired and have not had a chance to prep myself for this, but the rest of the fam is all dolled up and by now are ready to go. We leave and make it there just in time for our picture perfect appointment. Kyrie has now fallen asleep, but not before urping a bit on my sweatshirt, and pulling Rebecca's hair making it frizzy in spots. The kids get their coats, hats and mittens off by throwing them randomly over chairs and bookshelves. In the process of picking the items up - two of the kids scatter in opposite directions down the hall leading to our grand portrait. Our oldest is fine, but he doesn't like to be rushed - and can't turn his frown upside down. In the middle of the toddler wrangling up and down the hall with the miraculously sleeping baby, we are summoned to the impromptu studio located in what would be a nursery at any other time of the day. A muslin backdrop is draped over a coat rack and toy boxes, with the assistant firmly gripping the unsupported middle part of the fabric from behind. Two flash units are set up at 4-o'clock and 8-o'clock to ensure flat even lighting across the scene. The photographer is holding her 35mm loosely, but is quite aware of the whirlwind that just entered the premises. "You can all sit here. Let's see, how can we do this?" I try to communicate to the photographer that I would like to make sure that our youngest is awake for the shoot, and she assures me that that can be done. "Let's just get everybody situated first." Okay, we try to accommodate - but the kids are now hungry for supper, and are eager to move about. We grab all and sit down together, holding the arms and legs of the potential escapees, while trying to pose for the birdie. "Closer together now" The kids are wiggling to get free and Kyrie is still sleeping. Kaplonk, FLASH - cheese! A split second before anarchy takes over, the shutter clicks. We try to smile, but miss the moment. Session over. - A picture of real life in action arrived today in the mail - urps, frizz, fatigue, stress, warts and all...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Cheese!
About a month ago, it was time for our family to get immortalized by having our portrait taken by a professional photographer. It was a chance to get it done now that our clan was finally complete, and it was also for a good cause - arranged by our local school district. The appointment for the picture was held at our local school administration building, and was to happen sometime after I was done from work. I come home, only to realize that we have to be there all dressed up in five minutes. Kids are crying because of the hurry, and I am tired and have not had a chance to prep myself for this, but the rest of the fam is all dolled up and by now are ready to go. We leave and make it there just in time for our picture perfect appointment. Kyrie has now fallen asleep, but not before urping a bit on my sweatshirt, and pulling Rebecca's hair making it frizzy in spots. The kids get their coats, hats and mittens off by throwing them randomly over chairs and bookshelves. In the process of picking the items up - two of the kids scatter in opposite directions down the hall leading to our grand portrait. Our oldest is fine, but he doesn't like to be rushed - and can't turn his frown upside down. In the middle of the toddler wrangling up and down the hall with the miraculously sleeping baby, we are summoned to the impromptu studio located in what would be a nursery at any other time of the day. A muslin backdrop is draped over a coat rack and toy boxes, with the assistant firmly gripping the unsupported middle part of the fabric from behind. Two flash units are set up at 4-o'clock and 8-o'clock to ensure flat even lighting across the scene. The photographer is holding her 35mm loosely, but is quite aware of the whirlwind that just entered the premises. "You can all sit here. Let's see, how can we do this?" I try to communicate to the photographer that I would like to make sure that our youngest is awake for the shoot, and she assures me that that can be done. "Let's just get everybody situated first." Okay, we try to accommodate - but the kids are now hungry for supper, and are eager to move about. We grab all and sit down together, holding the arms and legs of the potential escapees, while trying to pose for the birdie. "Closer together now" The kids are wiggling to get free and Kyrie is still sleeping. Kaplonk, FLASH - cheese! A split second before anarchy takes over, the shutter clicks. We try to smile, but miss the moment. Session over. - A picture of real life in action arrived today in the mail - urps, frizz, fatigue, stress, warts and all...
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