Thursday, November 8, 2012

the cobbler's kid and all that jazz


Growing up, if you looked around my house, you would have noticed quite a few junction boxes in the wall with a lonely cable wire moping around. Or wires poking out of the sheet rock near the ceiling where speakers should be. Yes. I grew up in the house of a master electrician - and as the saying "The cobbler's kids have no shoes" rang true in my parents house in terms of electrical work - it rings true in the Jodoin house in terms of family photos.

I have been über busy taking family photos this fall for all sorts of families – just not my own. Oh, I have plenty of photos of the Bean, of Violet, of Violet and the Bean, of Eric,Violet and the Bean etc etc... you get the point. While there are very few photos of me with anyone (that happens when one's face is glued to the backside of the camera), there are absolutely NONE of us as a family. How could this be?!!??!

Case in point
Last December, I receive a text from my friend Katie. She wrote "I find it ironic that one of the only non-photo Christmas cards I receive is from my photographer friend." I'm pretty sure the other non-photo holiday cards were from her dentist and auto insurance guy.

I wonder if I have kept it too late? I wonder if I can take a family photo of us... or will have to recruit a photographer friends to help???!?!?! I suppose the first thing to do – is a self attempt. This is where I am thankful for remote shutters. Stay tuned for the results. I'm sure they will be....errr... well... they will be something!