As I’m steadily creeping into my 40’s, I’m realizing my “giveadamn” button is broken and my shame factor is dwindling. Because of this, I’m having more fun with my photography and exploring boundaries I might otherwise not have compromised a few years back. And, in the process, I’m making my children realize I’m either a super fun mom or the beginning stages of insanity has settled in.
Today’s fun shoot consisted of lots of digital glitter – without the “herpes of the craftworld” mess in my livingroom.
After Semi Formal, I sweet talked my daughter and her beau, into a couple more pictures.
Things were going great, so she then asked for a few glamour shots with her kitty cat, Cleo. Cleo is the diva of our house. She is well fed, well loved, and well spoiled.
When Cleo was done, she politely told my daughter, “No more kisses,” and then we died when we saw her expression.
After constant Humboldt County rain, we finally had a break in between storms, and our blue skies were filled with fluffy white clouds. I grabbed my off camera flash gadgets, a $5 bill, and my semi-cooperative 11 year old son.
While I was gathering my gear, my son disappeared into the bathroom and later emerged with freshly coifed hair – complete with a white hair bow. “Well mom, if I’m gonna model, I’m gonna do it right. My new name is – GUNNETTE!” He said this proudly while asking if he could use the lipstick sitting on the entryway table. I helped him apply the first layer and did the remaining seven.
We then went outside and I quickly gave commands of “look fierce!” and “duck face!” while he got even more into it, entertaining passing cars and neighbors.
I asked him if I could post his pictures after I edited them. He granted me permission (this kid is not shy) and then promptly asked for a trip to the Dollar Store so he could spend his $5.
I live in beautiful Northern California – the land of constant rain. It has seriously been steadily raining since January and we all have major cabin fever. Yesterday we had a short break in between storms and I threw caution to the wind. I bribed my sons with soda pop(s) in exchange for five minutes of pictures. Let’s just say my 11 year old was really into the gig.