It's been awhile since I've posted any shots of my own little world.
Last night, I dragged Kyle and Robin to the east end of the city so I could scout out some locations for a few upcoming photoshoots. In my head, this was going to be a "perfect" evening for us. We'd go for a walk along the sand, dip our feet in the water, relax and take photos of one another while Robin played. It would be killing a bird with two stones – scouting locations AND and an opportunity to take some family shots, something we don't do nearly often enough. Reality set in early on as we struggled to prepare and rush through dinner so we could get to the beach and back before sunset. We arrived to a jam-packed parking lot, and an even more jam-packed beach. There was even a party going on under a tent with loud rave music. We picked our way through the half-nude sunbathers, joggers, dogs, kids and towels, only to realize that the shoreline was quite rough and Kyle hadn't worn shoes that could go into the water. And he also somehow missed the "taking photos" part of my description of the evening, so he'd chosen to wear a man tank-top (is that what you call it?) and super-old, ripped shorts, so he was a bit unhappy to have his photo taken. I struggled to keep Robin (who seems to think that she's an Olympic swimmer) from falling into the water and eventually thrust the camera at Kyle. We lasted about 15 minutes and ended up taking half the beach back home on our legs and feet. It felt like a waste of time, but we joked in the car that at least it had given us something to do before Robin's bedtime.
So I guess it's obvious that I didn't expect to fall in love with these photos the way I have. This is my life right now. I have a husband who wears man tank-tops, a toddler who won't give the camera the time of day, and I'm in desperate need of a new hairstyle. They're not technically correct or perfect, but they're just what I needed.
