Bethany's senior photos were taken in Old Sacramento. It's quite awesome there with the river, old architecture, a cool bridge. I was pretty happy with that location. I didn't know how Bethany would do, considering she isn't particularly thrilled when I'm taking pictures. (I don't what happened with my kids - they were so happy and cooperative when picture taking back in the day.) It turns out, she quite loved it. She especially loved the attention she received from the passersby. It was a Sunday afternoon/evening, so there were a lot of people out and about.
Tim and I had a couple of hours to kill, so we drove around and took our own pictures. At one point, we decided we needed a map to get to a particular location I thought would make for good photos. We drove around for over a half hour, not able to get out of neighborhood areas and/or to just find a gas station!!! Finally, we found one - luckily, we weren't actually needing gasoline.
I waited in the RV while Tim went inside. I was listening to the great selection of music on my iPod, when it occurred to me that I had listened to several songs. Which was weird, because there was only one other vehicle there. I looked through the window, and there was Tim and several other dudes, just standing there, arms draped over shelves, displays, etc., shooting the breeze, drinking pop. I don't know. I swear, the man doesn't know a stranger.
We were one our way, again, but for some reason, we forgot about getting to the place for which we had gone to buy the map. We headed back to where Bethany was, with about an hour to spare. We continued taking pictures. I thought it strange that in all that driving around Old Sac, we never saw Bethany and her little crew. Finally, the two hours were up. It was almost sunset. We were able to find a place to park now that Old Sac was clearing out. We sat, listened to music, and watched people. The sun went down. No Bethany. We called her phone, no answer. Sent her a text. No response. Old Sac was emptying out. It was dark.
Not being one to freak out (!!!), I admit I was getting a little panicky. More calls, more texts - to no avail. Bethany was 45 minutes late. I knew we had to call the cops! However, I had no information for them. I didn't know the name of the person(s) she was with, the person(s) phone number, what kind of vehicle they were driving, or where they might be. We called White Window Photography, but it was Sunday night, so no one was answering. I was so angry!
In the midst of trying to tell myself that nothing horrible had happened, they were just running late (but, that's what EVERYbody tells themselves, and then the cops show up, or whatever), I had noticed that, with the darkness, the freaks of Sacramento were now showing up en masse to Old Sac. I was so angry!
Just an hour and a half late, Bethany called. They were walking to the RV. I told Tim, "Oh, no. This is going to be one of those times when she's all happy and everything, and I'm GOING TO HAVE TO YELL AT HER." I was so angry!
Tim hopped out of that RV like it was on fire and ran to greet the girls. By the time they got to me, I was pretty calmed down, knowing that everything was okay. I didn't yell at anybody! I was no longer angry!
Bethany had the time of her life. Who knew?!
They all did apologize for not having their cell phones - they had left them in the photographer's car. Also, apparently, we had driven past them about 50 times towards the end, so Bethany had assumed that was my way of keeping an eye on everything. I was like, "No! I didn't see you!" Also, they all thought we knew there would be sunset photos. People, keep me informed, please.
We ended the evening having dinner at Olive Garden.
As for the senior pictures, they're fantastic, and I heartily recommend White Window Photography. In fact, we're thinking of getting a photo of the kids for over the fireplace. Maybe we'll go to Coloma for that one.
Here are just a sample of the photos Tim and I took whilst driving around:





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