Approaching a stranger – sharing the love
We are all supposed to be afraid of strangers. We are taught this at a very young age. I never got the memo though. Or maybe I did get it but I have forgotten what it said. Good, bad, or other, it’s who I am. And I assume everyone is like this. I have to remind myself though that not everyone is like me and that kids are rightfully taught to be apprehensive when a stranger approaches. I don’t want them to ever get the idea that it’s okay to talk to people they don’t know. But, if their parents are around and right next to them, maybe it’s a little bit okay – as long as that person is a loud, tall chick with a Nikon.
I tend to throw myself at these beautiful angels. I spotted this little guy at a recent even and was kind of mesmerized by his peaches and creme complexion which was offset by this white-gold hair. I just knew he’d be photogenic. I snapped this one quickly and was instantly smitten.
See – photographs like a little angel!
So my intrigue began. I had to, had to, HAD TO, force myself on his parents. I had to photograph him and give them the shots. I knew if they saw him the way I saw him in these photos, that they would go nuts over them. And being my inappropriately friendly self, I think (I think) I asked if I could snap some pics. He and I started to talk and I told him to run to me and see if I could get him in my camera. We goofed around for a few minutes with him sprinting out and then running toward me (surefire way to get your own kids to allow you to photograph them – focus on the fun stuff).
He looks like a throwback from another era
His Mother commented on the fact that he seemed to like me. I know it’s because I was able to see him in a different way. And appreciate him and connect with him. Of course I sent her these shots and of course she loved them. He’s amazing. Who wouldn’t?