It all started on a beautiful spring evening. A walk in the woods. A camera. A beautiful dress. Then my lovely assistant saw an opportunity. Ran back to the car (through thorns and poison ivy, mind you). Returned with the perfect prop. And there it was: the Alice in Wonderland pocketwatch. Except her name isn’t…
I will always remember my senior portrait. But not in a good way. I walked into Wal-Mart’s portrait studio (yes, I did say Wal-Mart. don’t judge.) to sit on a very uncomfortable wooden box with black velvet covering it (was the velvet supposed to make me feel special? or to make the seat more comfortable?…
Adventure. That sums it up quite nicely. We hung out at a Winston Salem antique shop and found out that the owner’s son is going to run for President on the Christmas platform (because, really…who would vote AGAINST Christmas? its like opposing Santa Claus and Jesus all at once… yes, thats what he said. not…
All day, it was threatening to rain. Well, actually, it did rain…leaving me a little concerned how my evening was going to go. But, I had a plan and once I made sure Allie was on board with a little improv, I created two shoot schedules: one with rain, one without rain. Even as we…
What makes a good day for taking Senior pictures in Winston Salem? Is it the weather? The location? The outfit? Is it an emotional – “today feels good” – decision? Is it objective? Or subjective? Call me cheesy, but I think any day I get to spend with my camera is an automatically good day….
He admitted it freely: he didn’t want his picture taken. But he was a good sport, obliging his sentimental mother and tolerating me. Me? I saw him as a challenge. I wanted to prove to him that I could make picture-time fun and not pure torture. He was, in my opinion, my Mona Lisa, waiting…
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