boys boys boys

 
Boy oh boy do I photograph a lot of boys. You’d think the photo-gods would give me a little break and throw me a docile 3 year old girl to photograph for variety if nothing else. Not that I don’t love boys…..I truly do……but “boy” do they give me a workout. Especially when there are multiples of them at one sitting. And where did the term “portrait sitting” come from anyway? Not a kid photographer, that’s for sure. I think charging a “portrait sprinting” fee would be far more accurate and appropriate.

Which has me thinking: to what age can one expect to work as a kid photographer? Somehow I’m not so sure there are many 70 year olds out there doing what I’m doing. It might be wise for me to consider honing up on food photography or some other stationary type subjects unless I can come up with a brilliant plan for getting my money to work for me rather than me working for my money. Which I don’t see happening anytime soon.

In the meanwhile, I’ll just have to continue to keep my body as fit as possible and my mind sharp and responsive in a feeble attempt to somehow keep up with these fast moving and elusive little targets.

Oh boy.

 
~Cynthia