I love taking fall portraits of my boys. The intense colors of the season just call my camera’s name.
“Hello….” They call. They sing to me. They beckon like as unto the Hills calling Fraulein Maria.
And Fraulein Maria and I just can’t say no to the talking trees and leaves and the laughing breezes. She and I are soul sisters. We are suckers for anthropomorphised vegetation. We’re also suckers for hoodies and the color brown. And kids. These things are true and proven. Why else would Fraulein Maria have become Mrs. Von Trapp, doting mother to seven smiling bedimpled Austrian tow heads with british accents? (Doesn’t that ever perplex you? Austrian children should have Austrian accents.)
Prepare to be annoyed with an annoyingly large number of portraits. Compare them to last year’s fall portraits. Crazy how they grow eh?
(^ He was listening to “boodies.”) (Two year old language for “bird.”) Sorry for the confusion. ;^P
(^”It was a bood, Mom.”)
Ahhhhhh, I feel much better now, having gotten all of that off of my chest.