From the moment I was born, my Mom has had a camera in my face. Every burp, every snotty nose, every haircut, every Halloween costume, every school event, every dance, every holiday, every recital, every boyfriend (ugh!), every minute of every vacation, everything Haley and everything Evan, has been captured on film by my mother and catalogued in dozens of photo albums. No exaggeration.
My brother and I learned early on that it was useless to whine about having our pictures taken. It wasn't going to stop my Mom from clicking away. In fact, whining only prolonged the process. We'd have to pose until we at least looked like we were having fun, and then she'd still take several shots to make sure she got at least one good one.
To make matters worse, she has now gone digital. We pose, she shoots. Nope, not quite right. Delete. Let's try again. Nope, delete. And again. Nope, delete.
And, so, if you stop by one of my gigs, you can't miss her. She's the woman bouncing all over the place with a camera glued to her face. This page of the website is all hers.
