The Picture Behind the Picture

Reminisce

I think I missed my calling as an exotic dancer. I can do just about anything in heels, and you wouldn’t believe the awkward positions I’ve assumed in pursuit of the  perfect shot. I’ve been on my back in front of my house, on my belly in front of Roozengaarde during the Tulip Festival, and on my elbows and knees just about everywhere else. And this weekend, I got the opportunity to straddle a street sign while standing on a guard rail on Padilla Bay.  I needed that pole to help steady my shot. My camera may be ubiquitous, but my tripod certainly is not. (I’m too much of a free spirit to be burdened by lots of equipment, but yes – I do pay for it on occasion.)

Andy captured me on his cellphone while I framed my subject, and luckily, he chose a tasteful angle. Two feet to the left and this would have been an entirely different picture!

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14 thoughts on “The Picture Behind the Picture

  1. I most certainly would believe what you’ve gone through for “the perfect shot,” because except for the heels, I’ve done it.

    Waist deep in water to photograph water lilies, climbing down ledges I wasn’t sure I’d get back up in order to get an angle on a waterfall no one else has, and frozen parts that shouldn’t be frozen laying on the ice for a shot of some stream side icicles, I’ve done it all. And you know what? If I thought I needed to put on heels do get a shot, I’d probably do that too!

    1. If you do don a pair of heels, be sure to get a picture! 🙂 I’m not sure I’d be able to wade waist deep in anything…that might be my limit. If I can’t see my feet through the water, I get a little nervous…

  2. Fabulous shot. Really, truly stunning. I’d like to see it printed about four feet high by six feet long and hanging on a wall.

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