Young Emma had most convincingly demonstrated her disdain for our efforts. The formality, the repetition, the waving of dolls and clapping of hands all accompanied by “look here Emma” and “Emmmmmmaaaaa….” and other nonsensical utterings such as “haa boo boo a choooo” from one admiring grandmother. Emma had had quite enough.
I look for the quieter moments of a photo shoot, ones far away from the reflectors and speed lights. The ones more likely to be treasured later on.