Picture Perfect

I have a tough time taking food photos. We have poor lighting in the kitchen. Every dish looks the same and not very enticing.

The lighting outside is much better, but the bear, bobcat, deer, porcupine, bald eagle, and coydog don’t hang around long enough for me to take their picture, much less find the right button on my phone.

I can count on the rabbits though. They are naturals in front of a camera. They look straight at you, show profiles, and repeat action shots, almost as if auditioning for a feature role in a film, over and over again.

This morning before outdoor aerial yoga class, while hanging upside down, I took a video. The canopy of cedars above me seemed to reach the branches of the  trees lining the Southern Vermont Art Center walkway, about forty feet away. 

The view was surreal. I filmed looking straight ahead, and then panned up to where I was hanging, to the sky above. When I went to play back the video, it self-corrected and turned the upside down clip right side up. What the heck? (There are many sites that advise one how to correct upside down videos, but not many on how to keep things topsy turvy.)

Sometimes we want to change our perspective, our attitude, or thoughts, but obstacles get in the way.

How can I look at things from all sides when the other sides are ridiculous? How can I maintain positivity when it rains every day? How can I think like a real entrepreneur and take publicity photos while upside down only to have the daggone clip not cooperate?

It comes down to sincerity, diligence, and patience.

Do we really want to change? Can we take the time to figure out how to do so? Can we let go of the need for immediate satisfaction or success?

I marvel at those who have beautiful and interesting posts on social media. If I really want to join that talented pool, I’ll need to reread “Social Media for Dummies”. No skimming this time.

Namaste- picture perfect? Not today!

Photo Shoot

“I like this one” Dee said; “You look like a realtor.”

“You mean I look professional, trustworthy, conscientious…?”

“Well sort of”, she replied.

My friend is a photographer and he posts photos on line to promote his new business. I saw one that made my heart stop. Many of his do but this one caught me.

I only know the subject peripherally. He’s a business man and a good one, however, I’ve never seen the twinkle, that I’m sure his family and friends know well, in real life or on camera before. A handsome, smiling man in a suit made me grin.

Maybe the photographer could capture something in me that few people have ever seen or noticed before:

Professionalism, trustworthiness, compassion, patience, forgiveness, or understanding. Are those looks that can be captured?

Dee said she can always tell when I think someone is full of sh*t because one eye gets funny.

“Quit smirking” means Mom knows what I was thinking.

Honeybun leaves the room quietly when I get a certain look.

I’m not sure what those looks look like.

I should have brushed my hair.

I should have put on makeup.

I should have made Dee come with me. She could have of given instructions: “Look happy, sad, mad, irritated, scared, unsure, confident.”

I should have made all of those faces so I could see what others see.

Instead I laughed at the camera because I had no choice. I laughed at me because I’m funny. Here I am at a photo shoot pretending I know why I’m here.

“Can I put your picture on my website?”, my friend asked after.

“Only if I look really good. Not that I’m vain but… I don’t want people to think I think I should be getting my picture taken…I mean it may seem I’m being …ah…whatever.”

“Do you want to check it out first?”, he asked kindly.

“Yeah, that would be good.”

The next day my grandmother and I looked through old knitting books.

“I had a beautiful Norwegian sweater like this once. Such intricacies in the patterns” she mused.

“Look at this one! Get a load of the model!” I said somewhat unkindly.

“Speaking of which let me show you the photos from the shoot”

“Oh, lovely!”, she said while looking at the file.

I smiled to myself.

“Look at the colors!”

I smiled again. Maybe she could see that one of my eyes is more green than blue.

“It looks like a difficult pattern.”

Wait? What?

She assumed we were still discussing knitting patterns and was referring to the shirt I was wearing.

Now that I think about it, I never really noticed that before. It’s a nice shirt. It would make a great sweater.