In 2012, I stumbled upon a little slice of dandelion puff heaven while on a walk my myself. I returned the next day with the boys in tow and took a series of pictures which will always rank high on my list of favorites. One of the photos even hangs on my canvas wall, and I smile every time I look at it.
Dandelion season is in full effect up in here. The school yard looked like a field of
dreams wishes by late last week. I commented about wanting to flop down in the wishers, which caused a few people to mention my old dandelion photos.
I had already started toying with the idea of taking a new version, but it’s a tricky thing to photograph. We have to time the photo just right to get the right amount of light to filter down through the tall, tall trees. The boys need to hold just the right amount of dandelions to achieve the proper puff to facial focus ratio. And really, they have to be in the mood to do it or it just won’t work.
Enter Mother’s Day. The day in which the boys seemingly turn themselves inside out to make me smile. They do just about anything I ask, not batting an eyelash prior to or whining during our nearly two mile hike. I decided to push my luck and request a new dandelion photo after dinner that night.
I didn’t get as many great shots of the boys as I did three years ago. We were losing light quickly, the poison ivy affected where we could pick dandelions, and the jokester of the crew was jokier than when he was just four.
But we captured a number of good shots, including the one I used as the header on the blog for the month. After we finished, the boys raced back to the car—and somehow lured me into racing them the last little bit. I’m thankful for their cooperation, for their joy, for their personalities, for these moments we captured together.