We all wait.
For something. A grocery line. A toll bridge line. A venue line. On Sunday — any Sunday — we wait for the second line to begin. Everybody waits while the hosting club gets ready to make their very grand entrance. It’s a tradition. For everybody. It’s a time to hang out and talk to people you know. And, meet some folks who you didn’t know.
I saw this young woman leaning against a supporting pole and thought that she might make a nice picture. I waited until the background was fairly clean. That took some patience because the door to the house in which everybody was getting ready is right behind her.
I made about five or six quick exposures and I was done. I showed her the pictures on my camera and gave her my business card. She smiled and told me that she knew I was taking her picture. She thought that I wanted her just as she was, so she waited. Talk about communicating with a subject without saying a word.
Tomorrow. Second line pictures. The actual event. I promise. But, I have been liking the work on the edges so much that I thought I would share it with you first.
The picture. A little post production to help you see what I felt. She’s young and at the age of little skin blemishes. I fixed those. I made her glow just slightly. When she emails and asks for a couple of pictures, I’d like her to be proud of them.