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!