Senior Portrait
She was checking out the dresses before settling into the makeup artist’s chair and I was asking random questions. Very random questions. It’s what I do to start conversations and break the awkward ice. “What do you think of the color yellow?” She poked her head around the corner, stared at me like I had…
I sat in my car, preparing to leave the park where I had just spent an hour cherishing my time with Hannah and her sisters. My phone beeped with a calendar reminder: it was still trying to remind me that I was supposed to meet with Heather…oh wait! I cringed. DID I REALLY JUST SPEND…
Josie got the short end of the stick. Halfway through a week of shoots at Gown and Glove with no rain at all (nearly miraculous for a Bellingham winter), we were just about ready to call it another successful rain-free day and then – kersplat – the first of the raindrops started falling. Josie is…
I sat on the motorbike, holding on for dear life; one hand gripped her jacket and the other clung to the metal grip behind me. Her driving was impeccable – no danger there – but we were surrounded by hundreds (thousands?) of very erratic drivers, all powering their motorbikes through the narrow streets, and…
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….
She stood in the middle of ornate gardens, intricate details on all the buildings and tendrils of hair blowing in the (bitterly cold) breeze. She told me about her friends, her family. her favorite music (John Mayer and Metallica), her school, her dreams, her plans-for-the-next-step. We walked around, watching painters paint and listening to birds…