I will never be a wedding photographer.
I have little confidence in both my ability and my equipment.
And today's events confirmed that belief.
It was Day 4 of the Santa Shoot.
Santa strolled in with his walker:
He got all settled in.
Where's Mrs. Claus?
There she is.
These were not particularly happy campers.
Our first guest. Checking out the Claus's from a safe distance:
And then. My flash farted. And all the pics with these adorable kids turned out too dark:
We walked over to the Christmas tree and voila. Flash is working fine again:
Of course, I didn't realize the flash problem til hours later when I got home ...
Flash worked fine again when Santa's special friend came by for a snuggle:
Then this little sweetheart dropped in to see her great gramma aka Mrs. Claus:
She wasn't so sure about the old guy though:
Nope. She didn't want any part of this:
My camera stopped working.
I took the battery out.
I turned it on and off.
I lay hands on it and channeled my Pentacostal friends' type of prayers but nothing.
I could not make that camera turn itself back on.
Check. I've lived through another worst nightmare. I have about a dozen of them.
I've survived three so far.