Sunday, July 22, 2007

It is hard to put into words what we did this afternoon. A sheer slice of hell probably describes it best. Take six boys, YES one, two, three, four, five, six BOYS to get a portrait taken. God Bless Amy, our photographer at Sear's portrait studio, she has patience like I have never seen before. We took so many group shots that it filled up the space she had on the memory. She had to delete the really terrible ones before we could continue the shoot.
We had a one o'clock appointment and we did not leave there until after 3 o'clock. Thankfully we were her only appointment and she had no walk-ins. Next time I volunteer for this, someone slip a little something in my morning coffee.
That being said, tomorrow the shots should be up on the website to share and I will post a few. In the middle of all that chaos we did get some pretty nice shots of the boys. I don't get portraits done that often and my men run screaming or put their hands over their faces when i get my camera out. Not the best scenario for the scrapbooker in me.
Take Care!


Anonymous said...

That's too funny! I feel your pain...we took my 2 girls and my 11 nephews to get their portrait - all of which were under age 10. Not only will I slip something in my coffee if my sister-in-laws think of doing that again but I will inject something into my bloodstream, inhale something and do whatever else is necessary to BLACK OUT and STOP THE PAIN! :-)
I'm addicted to acrylic post-it holders! I can't stop making them! Yikes!!!!!!