So, thinking it would be clever and “arty” to get a shot of me in the rain for the CD, I headed outside with a camera on a soggy afternoon, dragging and bossily instructing my husband Brad, poor soul, to get a “great” shot. When your subject looks like a drowned rat my goal was beyond the finest photographer’s ability. Then just as it looked like all was lost, our daughter, Hanna, who had come out to join in the “fun,” outstretched her arms with a towel in hand and said “take a picture of me.” We got the shot needed.
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