I still have this hilarious image of us in my head, him with a wooden stool held high over his head (for me to sit on), me with my red and blue blazers - still on their hangers - held above my head like flags, as we waded through nearly waist high grass on my parents' property. We had to walk through the creek both ways on our way up to the woods, and came back with our legs covered in scratches from the wild roses and blackberries. I even gave my arms and legs a Tecnu bath after we returned from our adventure, as one of our photo spots was right near a bunch of poison ivy. I laughed when I saw the look of discomfort on my face in those particular photos. I was leaning in one direction away from the poison ivy, and in the other direction to avoid getting a cedar branch in my eye! It seemed so appropriate though, after all I've been through in the last 19 months, that the journey to a personal portrait be challenging. Just as the decision to go off the beaten path in my own life has been.
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