So I've been wanting to be IN the photo's with my skulls for awhile now and last weekend I had the opportunity since I had been all gussied up for a little cowboy baby shower and by the time I got home the natural light was ridiculously beautiful. So I quickly rallied the Cheeky Cowboy (ie, my husband for those of you curious folk) and gave him a crash course in using my camera. Meaning, he stood as a place holder, I set the aperture and point of focus, then we switched places. "Make sure the red square is on my face!" I hollered and the Cowboy went to snapping! Snapping at rapid fire as if he were a high fashion photographer - Gilles Bensimon better take note. After a flurry of pictures that left me rather off guard, we had a reconvening moment which basically entailed, "I seriously don't want to go through 100 photos dude". To which he replied, "If I take 100's you'll have some good ones...". *sigh* On we went -- with a flurry of clicks. We did get a few good ones, but I feel a proper lesson in camera usage is in store for the Cheeky Cowboy since he (nor I) noticed the hair tie on my wrist or the plethora of photos with the end of my shirt folded over, or the serious of decent shots photobombed by the pack of dogs we tend to travel with. Once we put the pictures onto my laptop and looked threw a few, the Cheeky Cowboy retorted, "I am SUCH a good photographer" to which a chuckled and replied, "Yes you are dear, thank you." Hey, you gotta keep the Help happy right? ;) Below are a few of my favorites from our mini-session. Yes, a FEW, since you know, my husband is SUCH a good photographer... (ps, the last one of Hula was taken by Yours Truly as I hurriedly snatched the camera out of my loving husbands hands #wifeoftheyear )
