In fact, it's been 3 years since we had our last "professional looking" photo taken. So, I got a wild hair. (Wild hairs do not always turn out good for me.)
Last Friday, I asked the kids to wear something blue, green, or brown to first Friday Mass. My plan was to snap some shots after Mass, near a grove of trees I know of. I kept telling myself, "Relax. No pressure. Stress-free Advent, remember? We can do this."
After taking 20+ group shots, I had 1 that turned out fairly good. One.
The threat of a phone call to Santa's hot line proved somewhat of a success for Miss Clementine.
The individuals went a bit easier (except for Miss Clementine's).
This last photo took a lot of sweat to achieve on my part. (Patience...I sorely lack.) I think one of the teens had to talk about some sort of nasty body function to produce her little smile.
And there you have it.
Wild hairs can work out on the rare occasion.