It might be sunny, but it sure was cold.
And by cold, I do mean cold.
I mean, I was fine. I'm just the photographer. I have my nifty fingerless gloves. I was wearing my extra amazing coat. And (shhh!) I had running pants on under my jeans so I could make an easy switch from "photographer" to "trail runner" after the shoot. Me? Not cold.
Poor Gabby and Isabelle, though: so cold! (Not to mention mom and dad and big brother.)
We moved fast, kept my trigger finger limber, played with the cat that kept stalking us, and kept Isabelle talking about her time in "the jumpy thing" at the mall, her reward if she kept on smiling.
Somehow, it worked.
And by cold, I do mean cold.
I mean, I was fine. I'm just the photographer. I have my nifty fingerless gloves. I was wearing my extra amazing coat. And (shhh!) I had running pants on under my jeans so I could make an easy switch from "photographer" to "trail runner" after the shoot. Me? Not cold.
Poor Gabby and Isabelle, though: so cold! (Not to mention mom and dad and big brother.)
We moved fast, kept my trigger finger limber, played with the cat that kept stalking us, and kept Isabelle talking about her time in "the jumpy thing" at the mall, her reward if she kept on smiling.
Somehow, it worked.
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