perfect

The trick, for me, is not in taking a good picture of Steph. That is easy, anyone can do it. Point camera at steph. Press shutter. Repeat. Her face is....{shakes head}. I don't have the words. Radiant. That'll do.

And so, the trick is not to take a good shot of her.

That I can do with my eyes closed. Adore that face of hers. Hell, she IS the cover of my book. That's how much I like that face of hers.

So how do I top that?

I can't. Not intentionally, anyway. I try not to go into a shoot thinking, "I'm gonna beat that shot. That one I took that day, this one's gonna be better." That way lies madness.

So, I put her in front of the giant hedge that blocks my apartment from the street. I have her boyfriend, Andy, hold the reflector over her head, so as to protect her alabaster skin from the evil evil gas giant in the sky.

And I try to take the best possible shot I can. But, for me, the best isn't just showing her as gorgeous.

I try to show something beyond her devastating beauty.

That's the trick. Because she's also a goddamned sweetheart.

And this shot doesn't really get that part across.

But I've got one that does. I'll save that for monday.