Justin who?

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The last day with my little photo model, and in the absence of electricity we head for Starbucks. A clear “no photography” policy does not deter my wife who has an increasing list of scenarios yet to be captured, one of which is “child in coffee shop”. Bringing my studio lights into Starbucks is clearly not going to happen, neither is using flash, so I give thanks for the F1.7 aperture on the wonderful Panasonic 20mm lens.

Next to the bookshop which also does not take kindly to photographers, so I hide in an aisle and my wife keeps an eye open for roving staff. Not great photos, probably would have been more profitable just to nick a few books instead.

Then a candy store, a games machine, and a bubblegum dispenser.

Lunch at MK where I am required to take further snaps. Back home and power has been restored, and she who must be obeyed is all for firing up the studio lights and taking some more shots. But I need a rest, and anyway I want to make a little gift for my model before she departs for the evening. The only downside to her visit has been her constant rendition of a song by a small Canadian creep called Justin Bieber; something of a hit with pre-pubescent girls I understand. I suppress my distaste, download the song, and make it a soundtrack to a slideshow of some of her photos. This makes her very happy; and I feel OK once I have deleted the song from my hard drive.

Fun photo sessions and hope to do more next year.