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I hated my senior pictures. I hated them so much I refused to have them put in the yearbook. Ok, I've never liked a picture of me but these were especially heinous. Me, looking dreamy up at some unknown object to my left, forced smile on my face with a nature backdrop behind me. I remember the photographer telling me it didn't matter that I was in a dress, with trees and foliage behind me and a white post in front of me for me to rest my arms. It looked ridiculous and I felt ridiculous. Another shot he insisted on was me standing in front of a primary color paint splattered backdrop and me in a pale pink dress. You can only image how washed out and out of place I looked.
When I started shooting Seniors, I promised myself I wouldn't make them look like idiots(yes that is the term I used for myself when I looked at my own). I promised that I wouldn't make them look dreamy or bored or make them stand with a post in front of them. My goal is to bring out their personality and have fun doing it.
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