You’ve seen those perfect family portraits where everyone is dressed up in their Sunday best, not a hair is out of place and everyone is smiling like they’d just won the lottery, right?
How do you get that result?
Actually, I don’t know. But I can walk you through how we got as close as we’re ever going to get.
Here are the gory details in 7 minutes 46 seconds
It was a family Easter Sunday
The whole West Palm Beach Steinhoff Clan gathered at Ken and Lila’s for Easter egg hunting, dinner, biking and swimming.
I was ready for a nap when Son Matt hauled out his Nikon D700
Matt, AKA Farmer Matt, herded us out to a shady spot in the backyard that was cluttered with debris from our recent construction project. Thecast of players included Matt’s wife Sarah, their 4-year-old son Malcolm, Son Adam and his wife, Carly, Mom and Dad.
Photographers don’t get any respect
Poor Matt tried hard, but our family is a tough act. It didn’t help that Dad decided that the whole process should be documented with his new Canon FS100 video camera.
After much hauling of cinder blocks, moving of debris, cajoling and threatening, Picture One was taken with a self-timer.
Matt didn’t like it
Malcolm wasn’t looking at the camera.
He didn’t like this one, either. He wasn’t happy with the some of the expressions. (Malcolm’s still not looking at the camera and he’s got that Are-We-Done-Yet? look that the rest of us feel, but mask.)
This time everyone has a great expression. Malcolm is looking into the camera and giving a perfectly adorable smile.
What’s not to love about this?
Oh, Mom has her eyes closed.
Time to do it again
While Matt is futzing around trying to convince us that I’m the only one going to be eligible for Social Security before this is done, he notices our bemused backyard neighbor watching the proceedings.
Despite all the ways that perching a six-year-old on a concrete block so he’d be tall enough to push the shutter release could be a bad idea, the result wasn’t bad.
At least by the standards of folks who wanted to move on to biking, swimming and napping. It might not be art, but it’s as close as you’re going to get with this group.
[Disclaimer: No actual family members (or neighbors) were injured in the making of this photograph.]