Aura Photography
Aug. 20th, 2008 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack...a more vulnerable photo. The first floor bathroom was the only room that caught the first moments of dawn at this time of year -- there was a glorious "breakfast" room, but the light streamed in there half an hour too late for us to catch the actual dawn. And I wanted a photo that brought out the feeling of being attacked...
It had been hard to explain. Last night, after the photos, we'd sat up quite late, sipping margaritas. She had a small but very, very nice drinks cabinet, and some fresh fruit, and I could tell she normally only ever had one, but she kept sipping her third and seventh with the same decorum. I was more used to throwing things back, but was happy to keep her company with her spirits, and things thawed out until we were really quite jolly...
She was a beautiful old lady, and I felt myself getting into her company as I hadn't expected. She started leaning back in her chair, relaxing her upright back, and losing her being-polite mode, just watching me talk, and slowly opening up about her life.
I explained what I wanted, and she was happy to try. The next morning, she woke me gently just before dawn. She's just had a bath, and had nothing on but a robe tied firmly round her. I felt the need to shower quickly, mainly to keep feeling comfortable, and afterwards slipped clean knickers on, and wrapped one of her great fluffy towels round me, and ushered her back to the upstairs bathroom.
I set her, wet hair, tight white robe, and all, on a stool in front of the window, and started trying to line up for a good shot. The dawn light was pouring round her, the bottom half of it blurred by the frosted window, and I snapped, and paused.
The picture showed her, sitting proudly, enveloped with frosted light, but I cleared it and snapped again, and again, but none were right.
It had been hard to explain. Last night, after the photos, we'd sat up quite late, sipping margaritas. She had a small but very, very nice drinks cabinet, and some fresh fruit, and I could tell she normally only ever had one, but she kept sipping her third and seventh with the same decorum. I was more used to throwing things back, but was happy to keep her company with her spirits, and things thawed out until we were really quite jolly...
She was a beautiful old lady, and I felt myself getting into her company as I hadn't expected. She started leaning back in her chair, relaxing her upright back, and losing her being-polite mode, just watching me talk, and slowly opening up about her life.
I explained what I wanted, and she was happy to try. The next morning, she woke me gently just before dawn. She's just had a bath, and had nothing on but a robe tied firmly round her. I felt the need to shower quickly, mainly to keep feeling comfortable, and afterwards slipped clean knickers on, and wrapped one of her great fluffy towels round me, and ushered her back to the upstairs bathroom.
I set her, wet hair, tight white robe, and all, on a stool in front of the window, and started trying to line up for a good shot. The dawn light was pouring round her, the bottom half of it blurred by the frosted window, and I snapped, and paused.
The picture showed her, sitting proudly, enveloped with frosted light, but I cleared it and snapped again, and again, but none were right.