So today I hear through the grapevine that someone I don't know (but who is sort of a friend of a friend) wants me to take pictures of them, a la the spread I did of
sundart once upon a time as a (late) birthday present for
birkwelch.
I'm vastly amused and intrigued by this proposition. Intrigued mostly. I could use the experience photographing males. Hell, I could use the experience photographing anyone other than
sundart, who, lets face it, is probably the easiest person to take pictures of, owing to the fact that she could paint her face chartreuse, tie herself into a pretzel, cross her eyes, stick out her tongue and the picture would still come out the cutest thing evar. On second thought I have managed to wrest some very cute pictures of
birkwelch out of his visit, so maybe I do myself too little credit.
Who knows. Anyway, the proposition did make me smile, though lately I've had the grumpy notion that there are those of us out there that are beautiful and everyone else is only doomed to see and appreciate this fact. And photograph it. *rueful grin* Yes, I know, it's quite a silly thought, but it has danced through my head like a satanic sugar plum every so often.
Ice cream truck outside. It must go SMASH now. 'scuse me.
I'm vastly amused and intrigued by this proposition. Intrigued mostly. I could use the experience photographing males. Hell, I could use the experience photographing anyone other than
Who knows. Anyway, the proposition did make me smile, though lately I've had the grumpy notion that there are those of us out there that are beautiful and everyone else is only doomed to see and appreciate this fact. And photograph it. *rueful grin* Yes, I know, it's quite a silly thought, but it has danced through my head like a satanic sugar plum every so often.
Ice cream truck outside. It must go SMASH now. 'scuse me.