A week back in Birmingham and Memphis meant a week with this little angel, she of piercing blue eyes and a magnificent halo of boingy curls.
Isn’t she divine?
And a week with this little gal meant lots of photoshoots, which meant my final photography project was done on the first day. (Oh, I didn’t mention I’ve been taking a photography course since Christmas? Well, I am. Last class tomorrow! Suh-weet. There’s simply too much going on in these parts right now to worry about going back to school, as well, sadly.)
We were meant to pick a word and do a series of photos that displayed that word. Instead, I picked the subject and then the word. (Backwards, whatever, the project still got done.)
So what was the word, pray tell? Innocence. Duh. Isn’t it apparent?
Except, this little monster is far from innocent, so she made a bit of a liar out of me, but my teacher doesn’t have to know that. Because here? She looks pretty darn angelic to me.
And almost—just almost—makes you forget she’s got a set of lungs on her that can rival a bi-polar banshee who’s been wronged six ways from Sunday.
Especially when things don’t go her way (i.e. Nemo’s playing instead of Elmo—oh, the tragedy!).
Still, she’s the cutest darned kid I’ve ever met, without contest.
If you notice site blips, a lack of posting and some gradual changes in the coming weeks, that’s because I’m gearing up to launch Camels & Chocolate, v. 2.0. Stay tuned!