Photos in the Garden

A walk through the Birmingham Botanical Garden seemed like the perfect way to begin a cool, actually a cold, Saturday morning. The garden was dressed in its best holiday attire.

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But unfortunately that meant at every turn another photographer was set up to shoot engagement photos, baby pictures, and lots of family photos for Christmas cards. In many places it was a challenge to keep from photo bombing these sessions.

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Only two weeks before the first day of winter, fall colors were still evident in many areas of the garden.

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And of course artwork added to the natural beauty.

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Following the paths we met many others enjoying an early morning walk in the garden.

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The greenhouse full of cactus and succulents added some color

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in contrast to the bare crepe myrtles lining the entrance.

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No professional photos for us. Just a holiday selfie.

TBT Lesson #55

I can only remember two times when we had family pictures taken. The first time, I was a freshman in high school, and we had been in Florida, away from family for about five years. A family picture would be a way for us to let everyone in Indiana know that we were all indeed alive and well.

We had recently bought a house in Lighthouse Point so a photographer came to our house to document our family in our new home.

I remember my mom telling us we could pick out what we would wear in the picture so long as we wore dress clothes. Of course, my brother didn’t have much choice since he only had one jacket, but my sister and I chose our favorite dresses. The result would have been great if the picture was in black and white, but a blue coat, a brown coat, a yellow dress, a green outfit and a pink dress with us sitting on our yellow couch didn’t make for the best combination.

I’m sure colors were never considered, and I don’t remember anyone mentioning the variety of colors when we received the pictures. We were just happy to have a a family photo.

FullSizeRenderTBT Lesson #55: Coordinate your clothing for a family photograph.

(Glad you can’t see my Dad’s checked pants on the flowered couch. That would have really been too much!)