So my tired but trusty five-year-old iMac, bought just months before the arrival of my now almost five-year-old boy is about to be relegated to general family use, which, if you ask the almost five-year-old would include looking at pictures of toothy sharks and growling panthers online (nationalgeographic.com) or watching race cars, scuba divers, excavators and footage from the Iditarod (youtube.com).
Still a perfectly wonderful computer for documents, Internet use and viewing fierce panthers, it has been lurching and groaning through my image files for months, and now that I shoot almost exclusively in RAW, it whimpers and just about plays dead when it sees me coming with a loaded 4G Compact Flash card. Sometime in the last week it decided that launching Lightroom was a signal to move in SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW motion, like maybe if I move this slow you’ll stop using me for photos.
I got the hint, and a replacement iMac is on its way, all glorious 24″ inches of it soon to be hand-delivered* on a cloud, covered in a silken cloth and flown to my home by a multitude of silver-winged angels with the Apple logo embossed in their gowns. But in the meantime, I met with this lovely family and took photos of their newest little love, and I can’t make them wait another day for the results.
So old iMac and I had a heart-to-heart. I told the iMac how much he had meant to me over the years, processing and revealing the first images of my own newborn babies, my first digital SLR images and my first professional images. I told the iMac he needed to fire up the processors just this one last time, long enough for me to extract enough images to tide these new parents over until I send them the whole shoot.
And so the iMac complied.
Meet baby Owen, less than two weeks old, and his mom and dad, Jen and Thor, plus their four-legged baby, too. And bid a fond farewell to the old iMac, because you are looking at the last photos ever to be processed on it.
This was at the beginning of the shoot—and he’d already had enough?
Owen and dad
There’s a reason for all the interest, and it isn’t just Owen. (Owen is good at hiding doggie treats in his blankie.)
Owen is either singing a sea chanty or expressing his opinion of hanging out in a bucket. These parents were great sports, and came up with this when I asked them to find some meaningful object for our shoot. When Owen is eight and swinging this bucket down the dock to his family’s boat, everyone will love looking back at these photos. Even Owen.
Utterly calm once back in mom’s arms.
And there’s more than one star of the show here, just in case anyone forgets.
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