Rolling camera bags don’t roll well on the sand. And the more you do it, the less well they roll. I don’t ever go to the gym, though, so photography is excellent exercise for me. I have photography to thank for somewhat defined biceps. Although I do have to admit that for my next beach session, I discovered I could put the camera bag into my red prop wagon (why didn’t I think of this sooner?), and then rolling on sand is much easier. I don’t need arm muscles that big.
Rolling camera bags aside, I arrived at the beach in St. Augustine on a beautiful, cloudy day–the kind of cloudy day photographers dream of. The clouds were just enough to diffuse the light into dreamy softness, but not thick enough to venture into grey wet-blanket syndrome. I was also fortunate to be with a family full of fun energy. They were on vacation from Tennessee, where they have some land in the countryside. They used to have a rooster, but are currently roosterless. Apparently roosters are given to a little too much crowing. 🙂 As a city girl, I love the idea of chickens, roosters, and even miniature cows (and yes, miniature cows do exist–they’re touted as perfect for small families who don’t need 15 gallons of milk each day), but I don’t love the idea of getting out of bed at 5 in the morning to milk the cow. So for now, I’ll be content with my two girls, my two dogs, and my cat who’s not quite sure if he’s all cat or part dog. I think that almost counts as a small farm? They certainly keep me busy enough.
This first picture was meant to capture exactly that–the wonderful chaos of parenthood. And somehow with that whirlwind of child energy around us as parents, we still find time to be a couple (and enjoy the breeze).