hola, isabel

This picture of my Dad arrived in my inbox this morning.  How perfect after yesterday’s post about cowboys.  My Dad has been a photographer for as long as I can remember.  He used to teach it exclusively, but now he teaches graphic arts and multi-media. 

What I’m saying is that my Dad likes to send me pictures and videos.  But since me and my family has lived with this guy for all of our lives, we’re all sick of him taking pictures of us.  So he’s left taking pictures of himself.  These pictures are mostly taken early in the morning-before anyone else is awake.

I’m sure he took this particular picture early this morning when he went out to feed his horses.  He probably thought it was a beautiful morning, so he decided to take his camera out with him.  I’m sure he took a few shots of the sun, maybe one or two of his horses. 

Then he ended up in the barn and started taking pictures of himself.

He probably tried a few different poses.  You know, he had to figure out the lighting, and the best place to set the camera before he started the timer.  He may have even moved the hay around to get the best shot.

It’s how an innocent photo shoot turns into an 18 year old girls first nude photos. 

The lighting isn’t very good with that silly shirt on.  Why don’t you take it off?

Do you mind if we let the horses in?  How about the pigs and chickens?

It’s a good thing my Dad left his shirt on.  And that he didn’t let the horses in.