Trembling.

I had a photo shoot of a newborn today. I knew the family and there were no outlined expectations. No promises. No real intense pressure. Nothing I couldn't handle yet I was still aflutter. While I'm not sure if it was obvious, I was trembling. I drove around the block twice wondering if just maybe I should call and tell them to call a professional but then I remembered that everyone has to start somewhere. I jittered all the way to the door and blamed the cold for my shaking when I walked in the house (Thanks Mother Nature! For once, I didn't mind the frigid temperature.)
I made sure to have a fully charged battery and the lens I planned on using ready to roll. I had ideas in my mind of how it might go and then I remembered that I was at the mercy of a newborn. He was wonderful. So calm. So patient. A few times I'm sure he was looking at me thinking Lady, get that black thing that keeps going CLICK CLICK outta my face. I came home, loaded up all the images, and spent the better part of tonight editing away. I'm very proud to say that tomorrow it is off to print.
Despite the nerves, the self-doubt, the trepidation I felt, I did it all on my own. I can't pretend it was perfect and I can't say that I knew what I was doing always but I do know that I kept seeing more. When I left, I was confident that I had something usable. I want to do this again.
Perhaps my favorite from the day: