After much coaxing, Meg convinced me to let someone else take some photos of our girls. She had the most absurd idea of having me actually IN some of the photos. I'm guessing that 90% of the world's photographers don't enjoy being on the other end of the camera, but I decided that I didn't want our girls looking back on photos of their youth and wondering whether Meg had raised them as a single mother.
So, I did what any photographer would do in this situation, I scoured the internet for a photographer that I thought would meet my standards and, let me tell you, I have high standards. I used to spend a lot more time looking at other photographer's work. In fact, it's a great way to learn how to critique your own work and develop your own style. These days, not so much.
Honestly, I looked at a plethora of websites. "Style" is definitely something that's unique to the individual. Fortunately, I found someone with a similar look and feel that I try to achieve in many of the photos with my girls.
After all was said and done, with enthusiasm, we selected Amy Goray <www.amygorayphotography.com> to take our first REAL, as an entire family, one-year photos. We pushed the shoot out a little in to early October to make sure we had some color from the leaves changing, so they're actually a little over 13 months old in these pics. While 90% of photographers don't like being photographed, I'm guessing that maybe 90% of photographers also don't like having other photographers as clients. I'm sure there are some that find it helpful that their clients understand their language and what they're trying to do when it comes to posing and lighting, but I can also imagine it getting really annoying when your photographer-subject tries to impart their perspective and opinion in to your photo shoot. Thanks for being patient with me Amy.
Amy actually came highly recommended from another local triplet mom, so I knew it wouldn't be her first triplet rodeo. Though, I'm sure nothing could prepare her completely for an afternoon with the DeBauche trio. By the time it was all said and done, we escaped with only some red cheeks, cold fingers, and, what will be, a wall full of great memories and images of our still-pretty-young family.