By Robert M. Johnson
Incongruous? Strange? Certainly. But that’s exactly what it’s going to take if you want to be a success at baby photography.
You agree. After all, it’s free. Right?
Six minutes after he’s entered your living room, he’s ready. His lights are glowing. His camera is loaded, mounted on its tripod, and pointed toward your coffee table. Your comforter is spread over the coffee table, and his backdrop is behind it.
Then he throws you a lifeline. “Mom,” he says, “I need your help.” He tells you to get down on your knees beside the coffee table. (On your knees?) Then he sits your baby on the comforter, takes your hand, and instructs you to grab the back of your baby’s outfit tightly in your fist.
In this position you feel as if you’re offering your child up for sacrifice. And it hurts your back, too.
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Imagine one of those sad clown portraits with all the greasepaint and the balloon nose wiped away. That’s Phil now.
