When I was a kid my mom would always make us stop what we were doing and pose for photographs. As a result, there are no photos of me actually having fun, but there are lots of photos of me looking annoyed, because I was having fun and really want to get back to having fun. I suppose this was because consumer cameras back in the late 70s and early 80s weren’t particularly good at capturing action unless you were good at capturing action. So my mom was just catering to the capabilities of her equipment. Logically, I realise that now, but it doesn’t change how I fealt about being photographed as a kid. Unfortunately, my mom’s photography technique hasn’t kept pace with improvements in camera technology. So we’re still asked to stop what we’re doing and pose for a photograph.
Molly’s at the age when she’s becoming a bit self conscious. Of course, she gets uncomfortable when I point a whacking great big camera at her. One way I get around her natural degree of discomfort is to allow Molly to act goofy. Our deal is I’ll make a photograph of her being goofy as long as she’ll also allow me to make a nice photograph. Sometimes, the goofy photographs are my favourites. This particular photograph of Molly and my sister, Dianne, is one such favourite.