Mother and father wanted a picture of Reg and I for Christmas. UGH! I really cannot think of a more pompous gift than a picture of myself. ("Here you go, it's ME! Now you can look at ME each and every day! What a GIFT!") But it's what they wanted, and they are my parents after all. They did give me life. And a kitten that one year. So I figured the least I could do is give them what they wanted.
So then there was the whole dilemma of how to get this picture. Reg's finals + Marigold's start-up small business = busy. Then there's the whole issue of who was going to take the picture. I really wanted the pictures to turn out decent. Not just a quick snap-shot type thing. So we asked ourselves: do we hire someone to take it? No. That didn't seem necessary. Plus, I'm a photographer for crying out loud. I like to be in control of the pictures.
Solution: tripod + camera self-timer! Oh my goodness, you should have seen us! For all the pictures I wanted to set the camera up pretty far back so we didn't look distorted (which is what happens in some pictures and it makes you look like your head is swollen- or worse) which meant that one of us had to literally sprint into position. Of course we never got it right on the first try which meant we had to sprint multiple times. Each time it seemed a little more comical. People stopped to watch us- I'm not kidding. It was that comical.
Much Love,
Marigold
Reg was the runner for this one. Doesn't he look all casual about it? Like "What? Me? Oh yeah, I always stand like this with my wife in front of multicolored trees. It's what we do... every day.
I was the runner for this one- in heels, no less! The whole time I was running I kept saying- ok- yelling to Reg, "Don't move your face! I focused on your face!"
P.S. Don't show this to Mother or Father... it's going to be their Christmas gift after all!
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