We shot outside for, oh, maybe three minutes. It was coooold! And her little boy was crying through the sliding glass doors, which was heartbreaking and also a little funny. Also heartbreaking was that my lens died just as we were about to begin. Agh! So I had to dust off my 18-55 mm kit lens (the only other one I had at the time), and felt grateful that this wasn't a paying session! We did the remainder inside her house, which turned out to be perfect because the last photo of her surrounded by her books? That's the authentic Lis.





