When Wendy, Madison’s Mom, messaged at the last minute to schedule prom portraits my heart dropped when I looked at the date. I was overbooked already and it was leading into a weekend of full of shoots. But honestly, I couldn’t imagine her having to call someone else or (gasp!) using a cell phone for the images so I knew somehow I was going to make it work. MY lifelong friend was NOT going to have cell phone images for her daughter’s first prom!
I moved a couple things around and planned on staying up a little later to finish edits – but all in all I was going to have to rely on rush hour traffic to go smooth, everyone being on time AND the weather to cooperate. And everything did!
When they arrived at the shoot I had already metered the light and scouted for the best location so I jumped in doing what I do best. Getting as many great images in a small amount of time while keeping everyone moving from pose to pose without feeling uncomfortable and somehow getting them to enjoy the process. I started detail images and eighteen years of training kicked in – thirty minutes, THIRTY minutes is all I have – working through my posing strategies we we’re rolling right along. The wind was a bit difficult, but nothing I couldn’t work through.
And then . . .
The melancholy set it.
You see I’m going through a stage in life where I’m getting sentimental and teary eyed about everything. I’m not sure my kids appreciate it, but it feels good. For the first time in my life instead of trying to reach my next big goal, I’m taking time to appreciate where I am and what I have. I like it. But, I’m also at the age where I’m realizing how much time has passed and how quickly it came and went. As I mentioned, Wendy has been a life long friend. We’re not the kind of friends that call and say “What are you doing on Friday night?” or talk about day to day stuff. But we’re the kind of friends when we do get together it’s like months or years have never passed. The BEST kind of friends.
I chose the Hopewell Waterfront because of the light (more on that here) and because it was close to their dinner reservations – but it hit me, I was in my hometown with one of my oldest friends and our DAUGHTERS taking prom pictures! How did we get from from the softball field to being Moms? We used to be these two with nothing but smiles and dreams.
Just give me five more minutes.
It’s very humbling when you realize how quickly the years have have passed.
I looked at the time and knew I needed to finish up. I’d been through my mental list of poses and I looked around and took a moment to absorb what a special time it was for these two. A time they wouldn’t really appreciate until they were watching their own kids take prom pictures. And I threw my timeline away.
I didn’t have a pause button, but I did have a way to capture the nervousness and excitement of the night so they would always be able to relive this evening. And I thought . . .
“Just give me five more minutes.”