I said sure.

Early the next morning, I had a bridal shoot. That same afternoon, I had a wedding. The day after that, I had another wedding. And then on Sunday, I had a model shoot. Yesterday, a bridal shoot. Tomorrow, another one.

It’s been kind of busy. My mom even started worrying when she couldn’t reach me anywhere.

All this to say that I know I’ve been slow at getting back on here and posting something new, but I’m still alive, and here’s a recap of my daily shoots:

Day 100/365

It’s getting warmer. Mason and I went outside to play some soccer. I think he really just wanted to play with the neighbor girl.

Psh! Ditching his dad for a girl…

Day 101/365

I needed an excuse to shoot some pictures and going outside sounded good, so Mason and I went across the street to the school’s playground.

The reason I needed an excuse to shoot pictures was because I was worried – no, terrified – that my camera wasn’t focusing properly anymore… Two days before back to back weddings…

This test didn’t reassure me at all…

Day 102/365

But then on the paparazzi shoot Dani asked me to come to, it was fine. Razor sharp. In really terrible low-light conditions no less. Whew!

The paparazzi thing was an event where Dani and other local models were supposed to pretend being big Hollywood stars and I along with a bunch of other local photographers were supposed to act as the scum of the earth; the paparazzi.

Thanks, Dani. Great friend you are.

What I discovered was that I’m a terrible paparazzi on a number of levels.

First, I couldn’t get myself to yell out random questions. Not because I was too shy, but because I simply couldn’t think of a single thing to ask.

Second, I couldn’t bring myself to use any of the really, truly, colossaly ugly shots that the real paparazzi regularly throw into magazines. You know the shots. Ugly flash, shiny skin, shadows behind the celebrities. Yeah. Ugly. Spectacularly ugly.

Finally, I really sucked as a paparazzi because I found it more interesting to shoot pictures of the mass of photographers falling over themselves trying to get the best shot than taking pictures of the celebrities themselves. My camera was pointed in the wrong direction. I didn’t do that more than a couple of times, but I noticed some stares when I did do it.

I’d post the pictures of that mass of photographers, but those shots sucked too.