… that I really hate Hate HATE having my picture taken?
It’s not the usual thing: I don’t especially think I look noticeably more fat, or ugly, or goofy, or old, or pathetic, or stiff, or goofy, or unfashionable, or pale, or out-of-shape, or unhip, or (did I say goofy?) than the next person.
I just think it’s dead dog boring to stand around while the usual random dude with a camera says: “OK OneTwoThree OhCrap BetterTakeASafetyShot CanYouPleaseDon’tBlink IThinkICutOffYourHead NowYouTakeOneOnMyPhone…”
All while I’m supposed to be smiling … spontaneously.
That, and it takes forever.
Or, at least, I hated it until I agreed to be part of our band photo shoot with Kate Kamphuis.
She’s a freaking genius. And … it was actually really fun.
One evening last month, she marched us around the Simpson Garden Park, and set us up in various configurations with various ukuleles. She was encouraging, matter-of-fact and decisive, and (best) she was FAST!
So, now we have pictures—really good pictures—of the band, and of our ukuleles, and I have a new appreciation for the very real difference between the usual random dude with a camera and a real professional photographer.