Turkey Day

Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I felt like the turkey. It is a wonder I am not in someone's roasting pit today.

I had a family photo shoot scheduled. It was a photographer's nightmare. Besides the positive outcome,  a sharpening of my learning curve, the large numbers of catastrophes that befell me can only suggest that they may be only minor interruptions in the future. If something could go wrong, it did. I survived, bruised and broken but still one tough bird.

Interestingly enough, the curse continued this morning as I uploaded the images to Lightroom. Yet, I endured and I prevailed.

I took a couple of images yesterday that were acceptable to my tastes. The client tends to be a connoisseur but I only promised snapshots and no money changed hands, leaving me with some kind of a saved face.

Today I will will lubricate my bruised ego with chocolate and Starbuck's Christmas Blend, reaffirm that my gear really is in working condition, and move on.  After all, if photography is a passion, it is also an addiction.