Getting Kent ready for a photo shoot is somewhat stressful because you not only have to be the attentive photographer, you have to also be the mom chasing him down when he gets a taste of freedom in wide open spaces. Outfit, check. Camera gear, check. Bottle of water, check. Snacks, check. Toys, check. I think I have everything.
We head to location. It's a stretch of land that's mostly tall grass and hills and a patch of red clay.
I found a perfect spot to start shooting and brought my keys with me. I put down my keys to set up my gear. Kent, as a typical 2-year old, ran away toward a ditch. Naturally, I chased him because the last thing I wanted was for my face to end up on the news as a negligent parent who took her kid in the middle of some uninhabited area and he got hurt or worse. It then became a game, so I captured some fun shots in the process. I had captured everything to my satisfaction and then it was time to go.
CRAP! WHERE ARE MY KEYS?!
The next thing I heard was a rustle in a large bush in front of me. Eyes wide, I looked down and saw this:
Talk about panic. I reached down to my phone to alert Lee of the situation. My battery is forever in the red, so I dropped him a pin to come find us just in case. His response was great (great meaning I can laugh about it now):
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Excuse my typo, too* - confirms the panic |
Oh yeah, we also had a photo shoot!
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