Kara got incredibly lost, which explained why she was late yesterday. I was pissed, increasingly pissed as the minutes ticked by.
But she showed up, voice young and sweet, all smiles, and I softened a bit.
She started posing for the camera a few minutes later, and I softened a bit more.
And yes, when she took her shirt off and stood on my couch with just her boots and her catholic school girl skirt on, all thoughts of anger and frustration melted away.
Around the time she was posing with just the jacket and the skirt and the boots on my front lawn, I’d just about forgotten my name. I could think of only 2 things: 1. making sure everything was in focus and 2. keeping preternaturally aware of any sounds that would indicate one of my many neighbors were about to come upon this scene of me shooting a half-naked girl in front of my apartment.
Because that is a conversation I would rather avoid.
But, she was late, and that meant the shoot had to be short, because there was dinner and disco and Julia Galdo and Cody Cloud and Jordan Fraker and youtube videos of animatronic bears singing Usher waiting for me on the other side of town.
All that came after a measly 3 hours sleep the night before.
And so this morning, with two shoots and a party ahead of me, there is a decidedly reduced level of energy available to me.
I spend that energy on you, dear reader, writing and posting and trying not to explode, Lawnmower Man-style.
