With boys, you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane. Erma Bombeck
You know the saying about how the cobbler’s children have no shoes? The same principle definitely applies to photographer’s kids, although I think in most cases it isn’t from lack of trying. With each of my boys they went through a phase when they were little (usually before they turned a year old) that they loved having me take their picture, but then a switch would get flicked and that went out the window. So while I try to take pictures of my kids all the time, the reality is I don’t get as many good photos of them as you’d think I would (although it does give me good practice for working with kids who don’t want their picture taken!).
Since we’re getting closer to the spring equinox the light is returning here in Fairbanks (yay!) and mid-day in my studio is absolutely beautiful thanks to all the sunshine pouring in. So I bribed and threatened my kids to come sit for me so I could get some portraits in the yummy light, dirty faces and unbrushed hair and wrinkled shirts and all. They each have their own personalities and all look different (at least to me…), but they’re united with their brown hair and the mischievous twinkle in their eyes.