And here it is, the shoot so many have been waiting for – the little dude in his sweet threads … First, I shot the aspiring drummer at home and then we loaded up the van with a variety of props and several outfits and drove up the hill to an open field. He was a real trooper, considering how many wardrobe changes he had to endure, as well as running out of water for his yellow watering can (prematurely) and getting stuck on the road in his colourful wagon.
If you are about to make yourself a hot drink before sitting down to enjoy the photos, perhaps forgo the sugar – there’s quite enough sweetness in this post already!
See yesterday’s post for the intro to this one.
(This time you have to click on the photos. It’s not negotiable. Seriously.)
This is some serious drumming, people!
Coming in for the grand finale
I’m lean, I’m mean and I’m running out of steam. Fish fingers now, mom!
Just moseying along down this path
So, you want me to mow the whole field?
Ha ha ha, whatever, dad.
I’ll just pretend this rock is my ‘plane, seeing as you didn’t bring my real one…
Seriously mom, you forgot my shades too? I look ridiculous in these!
Hold on, you forgot my pilot’s hat too? What kind of wardrobe lady are you, mom?
Must water all the flowers!
And then pick them, of course.
More mowing to be done. This is tough work.
So, seriously guys, I’m going nowhere slowly here!
How about we head down to the road?
That’s more like it.
Oh no, I just can’t get the hang of it! The pressure!
I think I’ll walk instead.
I’m just a farm boy from a cool family…
How do you do, folks? Well, I’ll be seein’ ya.
Looking for them cows down this here winding road.
But I’m tough. A quick dusting off of the hands and I’m off to look for the cows in that there field instead.
Um, where are they exactly?
Over there? Way over there? You’re pulling my leg, right, there aren’t really any cows down here…