I recently had the too-infrequent pleasure of visiting my Grandma in California. A few minutes before I was due to leave, my Grandma sat down in a pool of light on her floral couch, so I knew I had to try for a portrait. And try I did. Again and again, and then again some more, and, well, some more even after that. And though I still don't think I quite nailed what I was going for (this time), my Grandma sure did get a kick out of my many attempts.
The bright side of the misses: Now when I look at these pics, I can still hear Grandma laughing at me.
