I don’t know if I ever told any of you out there reading this (and really, who am I kidding, I’m fully aware that these words might as well be a foreign language that nobody understands, as I know that you’re relaly here just to see the lovelysnaps, and I’m OK with that, as these words are really just for me, and serve as some form of a therapy session in which I can just spew word after word in order to clear my head…but getting back to the post), but my family really wasn’t one for the ‘Family Portraits.’
In fact, in our fractured family, there seem to be a lot of pics from the mid-seventies, and then they just kind of stop, and then they pick back up when our family unit changed a little bit (there was one pic taken on the day of the new marriage, and that pic should never see the light of day due to a red pull-over sweater I was wearing that was about three sizes too small), and then that was it.
We could never really pull it off, for various reasons, but mostly because we were (and are) an odd looking bunch. What I’m trying to say here, without going any further into my family dynamics, is that we didn’t have the skills that The Family Dick posess.
The main skill being, how to look totallysweet in pictosnaps. Because they possess this, and they possess it hard. I would be remiss to say there isn’t a certain amount of jealously, but I’m OK with that, as I know they just stumbled into their greatness, and they are humble about it. But make no mistake, they tore it up during their shoot, and we’re just glad we got to be a part of the greatness.
Well, from looking at my non-existent watch, I can see that it’s time for us to leave these silly words behind and get to the part you’ve been waiting for. So MuchLove to The Family Dick for sharing some of their awesomeness with us, and to all of my good peeps out there in Land of Blog – Enjoy!
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