| At a recent
class in Cleveland my sweet and gracious bride model, Avril, told me that
she wouldn’t be able to come in the next day because she had no
one to take care of her children. I told her to bring them in. I’d
photograph them. The next day I realized why I had basically given up
photographing children. They’re just so unpredictable.
Avril promptly told me not
to worry. Her kids were wonderful, "They love to have their pictures taken!"
I thought, "Sure!" Just my luck…
And that’s how it all began.
There we were the next day--me, Avril, her two children, Sydni and Isaiah,
together with a studio full of photographers just waiting for me to fall
flat on my face! "It’s not going to happen," I thought. "I’m gonna pull
this off if it’s the last thing I do." It almost was.
As you can see by the pictures,
it wasn’t easy. Sydni was skeptical, right from the start. The younger
one couldn’t have cared less. But I went to work.
Dress And Light
Avril had dressed them appropriately--dark turtlenecks and jeans. That
was no problem. Lighting wasn’t a problem either. I was exploring the
possibilities of working with daylight in a way that I had just begun
to use. I laid a Westcott 6x8’ translucent panel against a window full
of bright, direct sunshine. The panel cut the light down to what is commonly
referred to as a "Northlight" window. It’s a beautiful and soft light
source.
My subjects would be backlit
against a plain white background. Their hair would have a natural hairlight
by the light that was passing over the top of the panel. All I needed
was a main light. No problem. My Westcott Monte Illuminator (silver reflector)
provided that. It was all going to be by natural light.
Kodak’s Portra 800 film gave
me the shutter speed I needed to work effectively with children. I used
my Hasselblad, of course, on a Benbo tripod.
No Picnic
I could see right away that this was not going to be a picnic. Neither
of the kids were anxious to cooperate. This was nothing new. Thinking
back quickly to my "kidnapping" days (photographing children door to door)
I decided to start with the older sister. I would have to keep her mother
close--maybe even in the picture--in order to get any cooperation at all
from Sydni. She would be sitting on the raised platform of the window
while her mother would be kneeling on the floor beside her. That would
put their heads conveniently at a close level to one another.
You can see in #1 (see photos
below) that there was a "slight" air of discomfort in Sydni’s face. By
#2, however, I felt that I had captured a sweeter look. Of course, her
mother was going to be in all the pictures, but that didn’t matter to
me. Her clothing blended with that of both of the children, so it was
all going to work out.
I didn’t want Avril to complain
about how she looked, so I never had her looking into the camera. I kept
telling her to look at her daughter and to keep her face right next to
her. I didn’t want any distracting space between them.
I didn’t spend too much time
with the older child, because I had a feeling about what was coming. Then,
without trying for more pictures, I popped Isaiah into the scene. He was
curious, but not comfortable. No problem (see #3). Wait a minute. I think
I see a smile coming on (see #4) Yes! Everyone in the class was trying
to get Isaiah to smile (see #5). If anything, there was too much help.
Getting Them Together
Better try the two of them together…before there’s no turning back. "Okay,
let’s bring the two of them together! Oops!" (See #6.) "Hey! I think we
did it!" (See #7.) "Keep looking at the kids, Avril. Don’t look at the
camera! Guess that’s it for the two of them together!" (See #8.)
"Okay, maybe, some more of
Isaiah? Let’s try some without his top. Oh, my. He won’t stay still? Avril,
lie down. Let him get on top of you!" (See #9.) "No! No! Look here! Oh,
well, at least he isn’t crying!" (See #10). "Yes! Yes! That’s it! He’s
waving at me! Wow! I got it! Just look at that smile! Yes!" (See #11.)
"I quit! It just doesn’t get any better than that!"
And so, another hurdle was
crossed. Another foe vanquished. Two more kids "photographed." And I’m
still alive to tell about it!
Why me? I guess that it’s just
that I’m lucky. Who else would/could get pictures that capture the spirit
of the two children like this, much less, do it in front of a roomful
of professional photographers? It wasn’t easy, but it was exciting, fun,
and very rewarding. Such is the life of a "retired" portrait photographer/teacher.
If you’re interested in being
a part of one of these classes, you can get more details in my web site,
www.Zuga.net. |
