Will it rain? Won't it rain? I bite my nails and watch the sky anxiously. However, I needn't have feared. The British summer for once cuts me a little slack (the number of waterlogged wedding shoots this year has been frankly depressing, as brides across the country and my fellow photographers will emphatically attest) and the sun consents to peer out from behind the clouds just in time to give young Jess the beautiful afternoon light she deserves.
It's not often a client is super relaxed from the get-go. It can be pretty nerve wracking to have a massive lens in your face for the first time... So often what happens is you start the session with muscles in spasms of terror, tendons twanging like steel hawsers, shoulders hunched around your ears and a frozen rictus welded on to your face... You're convinced you're going to scorch the camera sensor, have your eyes shut and be sporting at least four chins in every shot.
But... and here's the nice bit... given time, patience, persuasion and a LOT of laughing (mostly at me I regret to say) the fear evaporates and you start to have fun and to... shine. To be and to show your very best. It stands out a mile, the second you start to truly enjoy yourself and connect with the lens. I can always point to the shot where it happens. Gold dust. And that's why I love my job more than anything else in the world (I'm including chocolate coffee beans in this, so you can tell how serious I'm being).
But I digress (as usual). Jess, a true English Rose with the sweetest nature and huge liquid dark eyes, turns out to be an absolute natural and an utter joy to shoot. We wander over the Common in the last of the afternoon, giggling like idiots, shooting the breeze as well as a sweet series of portraits.
You'll definitely be seeing this young lady on the blog again as I've asked her to model for me later in the year. Happy days :-)