Monday, 30 April 2012
Lemme take your picture?
I hit on this brilliant idea, at a crop. I would photograph my crop friends one by one and do a LO about them. After all, they feature large in my life, I see most of them at least that once a month and when I tragically and years too early shuffle off this mortal coil, my daughter will be able to look back in awe at these women; they will doubtless have been significant role models. Or horrible warnings. I know which I'd rather be.
Thing is, of the 12 or 13 regular croppers, this lovely Laura LO is only the second. I can't easily get my modest crop friends to pose for me. Actually, first problem is that originally I wanted candid, scrap-in-motion shots. But I felt furtive and couldn't keep quiet about my brilliant idea. So I came clean. The Enthusiastic Educator was my first target and I love the photos I have of her. For some reason, I have no photo of the LO. And I can't show you without her permission. Or without getting off the chair and crossing the room. I do understand any reluctance. I arrive at crop having packed (you've heard masses about the angst of packing), sorted out my contribution to lunch and staggered around too early on a Saturday morning than is generally good for me. All this adds up to a fat forty-blah woman with no make up. Now I can't say I'd want you to take a picture of me like that really. And certainly not a candid one. This would involve glasses balanced so that I can look down and see through them and look up without seeing through them - if you know the action, you'll picture the look. And then there's the persistent chatting. It means my mouth is always open. Unless I'm eating. I do have one or two manners intact. My Sissy Stephanie who lives in California has developed a 'pause' type pose for cameras - whenever one is pointed at her: Eyes open, mouth shut. It's ingrained in her now and I can't remember the last time she was caught out. And I can't remember the last time I wasn't. Laura has youth on her side, hasn't she...so when I pointed my phone at her (yes, phone...my packing skills just cannot accommodate a real camera as well), she simply leaned toward me and smiled. Confident, huh. I wonder who will display such confidence this Saturday? Luckily, this isn't a group project or a circle journal, so it remains that I'll be safely behind the phone. Camera. And my crop friends will as always, be v e r y tolerant of my self assumed brilliance.