This is my favorite picture of me and Counselor Shelley.
It’s from the spring of 1990, we’re 17, and yes, I’m a blonde. (and yes, I’m wearing acid-wash jeans, but it was 1990! It was okay then.) It’s a couple of days before Mardi Gras. We’re in Metarie, Louisiana, at one of the smaller parades. You can tell Mardi Gras was early that year because Shelley is wearing her boyfriend’s letter jacket against the cold. I didn’t like Mark much, but he was useful because he’d drive us around and, because he was a big guy who played football, he was able to carry heavy things like that cooler we’re sitting on. We had staked out our place for the parade and were waiting for it to start. Mark grabbed my camera and told us to smile. Shelley turned sideways, put her arm around me, and the flash went off. Done.
Of course, this is back in the days of film cameras, so I had no idea how the picture would turn out until much later when the pictures came back. But it’s been my favorite picture since I pulled it out of the paper WalMart envelope. It helps that we’re both just cute as buttons in this picture – no closed eyes or funny looks on our faces. Yeah, there’s a little red-eye going on, but now that I’ve scanned it in, I might spend a little time with Photoshop and see if I can’t fix that.
Maybe it’s because this is my favorite picture that I remember every detail about the moment it was taken. (I could even tell you what Shelley’s other hand was doing at the time, but I won’t. ~g~) A happy, fun moment that was captured on the fly. A true snapshot. It’s not posed or planned. It just was. Kinda just like we were at that moment.
It’s hard to imagine that I’d only known Shelley a couple of years when this picture was taken. The toughest parts of adolescence were behind us, but the really hard stuff was still to come. Of course, we had no idea what adulthood would be like…maybe that’s why we look so happy!
The photo has been tacked up on bulletin boards, taped to walls, and it’s kinda smudgy with fingerprints and the edges are getting battered. But, like the toys in the Velveteen Rabbit, you can tell its importance because it is so battered and worn. It’s my favorite picture of us – snapshot or not.
What’s your favorite picture of you like? Is it a snapshot? Who’s in it and what do you remember about it?