The day of the senior picture shoot! It did in fact come. It was glorious.

We set out for the ghetto to get some urban/grunge shots. The effect was lovely, but shirtless people kept driving by and honking. Ew.

Our ballet shots were....difficult. I was trying to dance on old broken down pointe shoes, on rocks and chunks of glass and random underwear strewn about. Not that I'm too great of a dancer, or too great of a model to begin with. Two complexes all rolled together....

At our next stop, an old abandoned mission building downtown, we pulled in just ahead of another suburban - another photographer and a senior girl out on a similar mission. Interesting incident. There were no honking people here, and no underwear, but there were hobos. It was great.

We wandered around to the next building, where we just made ourselves at home on the porch of a coffee shop. Kayla had written 2009 on my bare feet, which were then propped up on the table with careless nonchalance. The idea was to get them in focus, and me a little blurrier in the background, blowing big pink bubbles.

The most immediate problems that presented themselves were my incredibly ticklish feet, and my inability blow bubbles. We got through the tickly Sharpie business alright, though I did do some necessary squealing and shrieking. The bubble blowing....well, all the ones I could get peaked at about golf ball size. Kind of pitiful, but you do what you can.

We got back to her house after a good three hours of shooting, to find my car....slightly less whole than it was when we left it. The neighbor apparently has a few backing issues - that were taken out on my drivers side door and front fender. Darn.

Well, blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Oh, the irony. Just another story to tell....