I broke one of my cardinal rules.
I spent the majority of 2012 painstakingly making this dress. Ok, that’s a bit of an exaggeration… it was more like 5 or 6 months, but it felt like forevvvvvvvvver. I had to learn a lot of new sewing tricks and pretty much totally winged it as I went since only the base of the dress was from a pattern and the rest of it was just me trying to create the vision I had in my head. By the time I had finished it, my oldest daughter had outgrown it. Obviously, I was not going to throw all this hard work away, so I decided to just press forward and packed the dress for our trip to Texas that Summer, which is where the original Crane Wife shoot took place. I ended up compromising on pretty much everything about the shoot except for the dress, so (and this really shouldn’t be a surprise if you know me at all, I am an extreme perfectionist when it comes to this sort of thing) I’ve been secretly super disappointed with it and vowed to one day revisit this concept (a big deal since I try very hard to not shoot the same concept twice; never say never, but…).
And yesterday I did. Ophelia, my middle girl, has finally reached a point where she is fitting into her sister’s hand-me-downs from that age (still shocking to me) and so today, on a whim, I grabbed the dress, threw her and Hero in the car, and trekked down to this gorgeous location. This is where I originally envisioned shooting this concept, but,
like I said, it didn’t work out that way. It’s funny how different the two sets of photos feel. Same story, same dress, similar posing… totally different atmosphere. Check out the older Crane Wife photos to get a sense of how much the location can change the mood of a photo (and check out how totally different Texas and Washington look).