Having a child makes it obvious why there are yearly rituals in all cultures. They measure time and serve as a standard for growth and progress.
A year ago, L was small enough to hide behind a pumpkin.
She was considerably bigger this time around, and more independent. Getting her to go here or there and do this or that was much more difficult. She had her own session photos in mind and was not really thrilled to cooperate with photographer or assistant — even when we switched roles.
And her imagination has developed, not to mention linguistic skills.
“Tata! It’s a dragon!” she cried on finding a bright gourd.
Yet, she still can be surprised when the tables are turned and another gourd counterattacks.
We battled for a little, with each Dragon Gourd showing a propensity to tickling its victim.
The tractor was just as fascinating this year as last year, but this year, she could pedal. Then again, in the intervening months, the chain had broken, so L’s efforts didn’t result in much more than a bit of confusion.
There’s something about a field of pumpkins that inspire people to bring their children for pictures. The contrast? The obviously seasonal motif?
L came up with her own poses this year. The set involved as many small pumpkins as could possibly be gathered.
The session was not to be, though. L saw the scarecrow, and with a little gentle suggestion from K, we managed a shot that more accurately shows L’s personality: playful, silly, always looking for a surprise.
What will next year bring?
Perhaps a third photographer?