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Prom, a streak of hope

Life is changing and it is somehow the only thing we are really sure of. Still, it's just as hard every time. Even if it's a positive event, it's hard. At least when it comes to our children. They grow too. That's the only real wish I have. That my children feel good, stay healthy, become confident in themselves and live life. On Saturday, it became even clearer than before. Namely, I was asked to take photos at a prom, a Corona-adapted one of course.

I do not really know why the question arose if it was simply missed to book a photographer or if someone else had to cancel? It does not matter. My daughter will take the student in less than a week and last Saturday was a ball. At first I think it was a little embarrassing to ask Dad and maybe not the dream of having his dad stand at the ball and stare, but then reality probably caught up that it does not matter. Getting a lot of pictures from the prom probably means more? Because it was short on time, I did not have time to prepare as much as I wanted. Had the time been there, I would have picked with flashes, splice cords and small fixes to get it as good as possible. It became a small emergency solution to be flexible. The camera in the highest stroke, a 24-70mm and a Speedlight with a small softbox. I found a nice lilac hedge that became the background and then the photography could start.

There were 30 people on site and with all the constellations, there were over 400 pictures after an hour of photography. My payment got to be this wonderful experience. Partly to make these young people happy with my pictures and my time, but it also gave me a lot of joy. So much hope, so much laughter, such happiness, love and warmth. Seeing her daughter be one in the crowd made me both moved and proud. There is real hope for the future regardless of Corona and other crap in the world.

Prom, a streak of hope