Last month I took advantage of a mid-week fall holiday, dressed Leila up in a smocked turkey dress and ventured to the pumpkin patch yet again. She was such a sweet sport, and she loved hearing the story of her first time taking photos amongst the pumpkins. I love our little pumpkin so!
When I try to keep up a photo endeavor, whether the monthly photo project or these seasonal takes, I almost always cycle through these three emotions:
- Excitement and hope – Wow! This is going to be AMAZING! I love photography – what a joy to capture my child in this moment of her life!
- Dread and regret – Why am I doing this to myself? Why do they only put pumpkins out through October? Who has time for this? This will never happen. Why is there a shadow in every angle I try? I hate photography.
- Relief and gratitude – I did it. It’s done. Wow, look how much she’s grown! I’m so glad I did this, at least once more.
This morning we made it to the pumpkin patch, just barely. Afterwards we went inside the thrift store and found a perfectly sized pair of tap-shoes (last year we found ballet slippers). And I’m back to savoring the tradition again, at least for a moment.
Somehow I convinced my toddler to put on her new dress, pull on her boots and sit amongst some pumpkins in the too bright sun for at least one more year of pumpkin patch photos.
She was such a good sport I might even try it again when the sun is more forgiving. I just like pushing my luck like that.