Leah informed me recently that it’s time to take the 21-week pregnancy photo. In fact, I think it was this morning. I told her I’d grab my camera and take the picture right there in the bathroom as she did her makeup, but it wasn’t what she had in mind. We haven’t been taking weekly pregnancy photos so far, but it seems like I should be building up a set of shots for posterity’s sake (I understand the second child never gets as much attention as the first…you should see Rachel’s sad, barely-filled-out baby book). Fact is, I really like taking pictures of Leah, pregnant or not. But she almost always finds fault with anything I shoot.
Lord knows there are enough pregnancy poses out there. Some, as you might guess, are more pleasing than others. As I don’t have any fancy lighting kits to turn night to day at the house, and since I so love a nice, diffuse natural light, I’m thinking I’ll go for something involving our upstairs bedroom (no, not THAT kind of picture, Nathan). It has a nice southern exposure that lets in lots of light, and with all this snow on the ground, the rays will be bouncing around like crazy. I’ve shot there before, but not as often as I’d like. Ava always wants to jump on the bed when she’s up there, though sometimes I can calm her down long enough for a quick one:
I’ll just have to see what Leah’s game for. Photography is such a nothing-ventured-nothing-gained pursuit. Perhaps I can bring her out of her shell a bit.