We went a local park this afternoon and played on some old live oak trees. I wanted to get some pictures of The May Queen climbing on the branches, but she was more interested in taking pictures of me. She would tell me where to stand, what to do, where to place my hands. It was a hoot. Here are some of the more fun shots(and, I admit, more vaguely flattering... in the 50 or so she took there were some BAD ones!):
Just call me a tree hugger Look! a hole!
Peekaboo, too! The photographer did come out from behind the lense a few times, with some prodding.
I do think she makes for a much cuter subject.
So... what do you think? My future Annie Leibovitz?