Dance, Ballerina, Dance

Can it really be that another year of ballet lessons is coming to a close?

Miss L’s annual ballet recital is upon us. This year I see more little girl than baby, another one of those bittersweet changes.

I decided last week that I would shoot her recital portraits myself this year. There’s nothing wrong with the ones done through the studio; I just wanted something more “me” this year. After the dress rehearsal, we had a little photo shoot on the grounds of the performing arts center. It wasn’t all roses, tulle and smiles; copious amounts of pleading and bribing took place, in addition to abandoning one location in favor of another that wasn’t housing a colony of chiggers. (I’ve been itching and scratching ever since; I’m hoping it’s psychosomatic.)

It was certainly worth it.