Fiction v. Reality

Or ‘Parenthood’.

The following are photos I made, during a small session with a friend, who wanted me to make photos for her New Year’s cards. The younger girl is ‘at that age’ where she doesn’t like anyone – and she did not like my camera (or me) at all, as you can see in the photos. I’ve gotta say, she is a shade-throwing master. The only time she smiled was when her dad was bouncing her around, or her mom was tickling her. Those little grins sure weren’t for me!
As I was making the photos, though, I couldn’t help but be reminded of photos of myself, when I was just about the little one’s age. I remember my parents kept it above a fireplace in our creepy Virginia basement (which was totally haunted; but that’s a story for another time). I am not sure if it was kept down there, because they had nowhere else to put it, or because they probably needed a stiff drink or five, following the session, but I am pretty sure it was the latter …

In any case: after this (admittedly, hilarious to me) session, I have gained much more respect for parents who go through the hell of getting family photos done. They should give out medals* for this. 

The other baby you see is the child of my friend’s neighbours. They came over to check out the session. Needless to say, their little girl was equally nonplussed by the camera, but displayed it more in curiosity than dislike.

Anyway, as always, the faces tell the story. Enjoy.


*Or copious amounts of alcohol. Whichever you prefer.



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