We recently had a “real” photographer try their hand at some pictures.
I think, depending on the kind of person behind the camera, we are either a photographer’s best buddies or their worst nightmare. We’re incapable of posing – we literally need them to position us like dolls with articulated joints.
The goofy faces never end. Seriously. We could do a three hour session and the self-conscious goofball faces will continue to appear.
In fact, the only real way to get us to quit being morons and actually look somewhat decent is to make us laugh non-stop.
Thus, we’ve only had our pictures taken by a professional twice in our many years together. This last weekend was the second attempt. The first one was six years ago (we liked those so much we’ve been using them for everything since then).
We laughed, we goofed, we laughed some more. At one point we did the middle school dance refrigerator shuffle as the camera clicked away. It was fun.
I bet we get some good pictures out of it.