What a blast I've had spending time with these young people, trying to catch their personality and make them come to life.
Teens can be a tough bunch. They don't laugh at the things I sometimes think they're going to laugh at. I crack jokes, and say silly things. And get odd looks.
Instead they laugh at goofy things, like me tripping over a divet in the grass. That usually brings out a few guffaws. Sometimes telling them to do something that pushes them out of their comfort zone will elicit a smile, or two.
Like sniffing a flower. That made her smile.
I like soft blurry shots.
Don't know why. I just do.
J has been getting ready for turkey hunting season. He's been practicing with the Man's turkey calls for the past few weeks.
It's making me batty.
Squonk, squonk, squonk. All I hear in the early morning is J out on the back porch, trying to call in the turkeys that cross our backyard every morning at 7 a.m.
They stop and tilt their heads when they hear him. I'm not sure what he's actually saying to them. But it certainly doesn't make them come any closer.
So a few mornings ago I'm lying in bed, asleep. Not even close to getting up. It's 6:something, for Pete's sake. And I hear, squonk, squonk, squonk.
It gets closer. Squonk, squonk, squonk.
J! Stop it! I'm sleeping! I believe I yelled.
No answer. Squonk, squonk, squonk. Getting closer to me. Definitely not in the backyard. I think he's out in the front, by my window.
Knock it off! I'm tired! I might have yelled a little louder.
No answer. Squonk, squonk, squonk. I open my shade to yell some more.
And there they are. Eleven turkeys RIGHT.UNDER.MY.WINDOW.
I've been yelling at real turkeys. I have gone batty.
I don't even want to tell you how many times I asked him to jump to get just the right shadow for this photo.
He came up with a good one, don't you think?One of my favorites. I have to know what she's thinking.
And she's not telling.
So there's a few shots from the past few weeks. I have a few more to share but that's for another day.
I'll leave you with a quote I've been contemplating lately:
"The difference between a smart man and a wise man is that a smart man knows what to say, a wise man knows whether or not to say it." ~ Frank M. Garafola