As I said on Instagram the other day, I have been encouraging Alex to use a professional photographer to have her senior pictures taken. They always say a surgeon should never operate on his own family, and that was the angle I was coming from. Not that I would liken my photographic skills to that of a surgeon—I’m simply saying that I didn’t want to muck up such an important milestone in a seventeen-year-old girl’s life.
But then she made me take them anyway.
Ha.
We had some fun mother-daughter time as we walked around the ranch and found various spots for her to plop down and get manure all over her jeans.
But it doesn’t show in the photos!
This is probably why Alex wanted me to take her pictures. She knew she could just be herself.
Emphasis on herself.
So here was the funny part. As I snapped different poses here and there, I’d occasionally look at the photos on the camera screen and check my color, composition, and exposure. I’d scroll up and down, looking at the photos I took, showing Alex a couple along the way to see if she liked them.
Then, as we were reviewing a few shots, I scrolled too far and wound up pulling up some other photos I didn’t know were on that same memory card.
The photos stopped us in our tracks and we screamed.
WALTER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Oh, yes. I remember now. I saw Walter napping and snapped his picture…
Because I liked the way his teeth looked. Ha!
Also, I found this way too wonderful not to take a picture. Classic Basset napping position!
“Uh…can we get back to my senior pictures now?”
There’s nothing like a Basset Hound to totally distract me from the task at hand.