This brings more whining, griping and general unhappiness than telling the kids to clean their rooms.
What is the big deal?
I don't get it.
I have been taking family photos for other people and thinking about how I wanted to do ours this year. I mean, most of the families I photographed were fairly congenial about the whole thing.
And I took many shots.
And there were many poses.
In more than one location.
I momentarily forgot that my family wasn't all that cooperative. Buoyed by my own foolish euphoric fantasies about getting a great family photo for us, I announced:
"We're taking family photos this weekend!"
Right. There was a ridiculous amount of complaining.
But as the weekend neared, low and behold, it SNOWED.
So we had to wait for it to melt.
It did...and warmed up nicely but my fantasies came to an abrupt end. My main prop disappeared. Argh. You see...there was a really cool antique pick-up truck parked outside of a car refurbishing business. The truck sat out there all summer. I had finally worked up the courage to go up and ask if I could bring my family over to be photographed there. The owner was quick to oblige and said photographers have come at other times and he was fine with us coming.
And then he moved his truck. As in...it's nowhere to be seen.
Yesterday was beautiful...sunny and warm. Jeff asked if I wanted to do the family picture and I knew I better come up with plan B or I might miss the opportunity completely.
I put together some props (not NEARLY as cool as an antique truck....grrrr....), changed all the clothing that I had planned for us to wear, and we headed across the street to a spot I have used before.
You should have heard them grumbling. Good grief. Even the dog had an attitude.
Guess how many shots I got before there was a mutiny?
Yes, four TOTAL shots.
Not exactly what I had in mind. I reserve the right to a re-shoot if that truck reappears!