I hate having my picture taken, but part of being a published author is having a head shot. My sister-in-law Jo Lynn has tried several times to get me to sit for her, but I always came up with some excuse–I was having a bad hair day or I gave up posing for Lent. Then my neighbor Connie took on the task, and I gave in. She made it relatively painless–instead of going to an intimidating studio, David and I walked across the street and sat on her front porch. While we chatted and her husband quietly manipulated the light with various pieces of colored or shiny cloth, she clicked and coaxed and teased. When it was over, we had some nice shots.
Then she turned the camera on David–he should have been a model. She snapped a dozen shots of him, and they were all perfect.
After David’s close ups, we tip-toed through the tulips. Actually, there were no tulips, but we sat among the dandelions.
We took a break for lunch, and she had us change clothes and pull out the Road King.
All photos were taken by Constance Ashley. Check out her website.