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photos he wanted to take, and he just allowed me to be the instrument he used to get them.
I learned so much in the process. I was a hands-on type of person, and was so grateful that Dominic was so generous with his equipment and advice.
Something else happened during the shoot, though.
Taking Dominic's picture was eye opening on so many levels, and I'm not just talking about photography skills. Staring at him through the lens made me look at his face differently.
I knew it was way too early to be attracted to another man only a couple months after I lost Anthony, but I caught myself feeling nervous butterflies as I looked at his face through the lens. I reprimanded myself internally and tried to focus, but I'd become increasingly distracted by his dark, handsome features. His jaw was dusted with some dark stubble, and the lines of his cheekbones and nose were masculine and defined.
I swallowed against the growing sense of dread that I was going to start having trouble ignoring my attraction to his face.
"You okay?" he asked, noticing me staring into the camera intensely.
I jumped back and looked up to regard him face to face. "Me? Fine. I'm good. It's all good. You're easy to take pictures of. I was just thinking about what an easy subject you were."
"I don't want to be easy, Rae." I gave him a questioning glance and he continued, "I don't want you to just focus the camera and push a button. I want you to take a picture that represents me."
"That's too much pressure," I said.
"No it's not." He gestured at the camera. "Take it off the tripod."
I did as he said, trying my best not to be clumsy with it.
"I'll sit here with my eyes closed so I can't see what you're doing. Look at me from different angles and with different lighting. Take a photo and look at it on the screen, studying where the lights are falling on my face. Be mindful of shadows. Notice how they change when I shift. I'll just sit here for a minute while you try some new angles. Let me know if you want me to reposition and I will."
At that, he leaned on his hand for support and closed his eyes.
I was shy at first, but he just sat there with his eyes closed comfortably, and soon I got into trying different angles. I snapped some pictures, reviewed them, and moved around, trying new positions.
At first things were very clinical. I was nervous about moving around him, and approached it with nothing more than a photographer's eye. But the more I studied the lines of his face and the way the shadows fell on it, the more focused I became.
"Shift your shoulders to the left a little bit. Actually, go ahead and shift your whole body to the left just a little." He smiled but kept his eyes closed as he did what I said. "Okay sit up straight and look at me." He did that too, and right when he opened his eyes, I snapped a picture. He smiled at my readiness, and when he did, I snapped another one. We had a little exchange of smiles as I snapped a few in a row.
It was my newfound attraction to his face that ultimately helped me take the photo we needed. So, in that way, it was a positive thing. That was the only good that could come of being attracted to Dominic, though. I knew it would break Laura's heart if I developed feelings for someone else so quickly, and I hated myself for it even being an issue.
I was thinking about that when Maria and Laura walked back into the apartment. We'd just finished, and Dominic had gone in his bedroom to return a phone call he missed while we were busy. I was unnerved by my own feelings and was relieved to see Laura so we could get out of there.
I thanked him again for everything on our way out. Laura asked him to email me a few of the best photos so she could look at them. I didn't object even though I dreaded having to stare at his face with Laura sitting right next to me, thinking my recent attraction to him might somehow be obvious to her.
She and I had lots to talk about when we left there. The Thanksgiving feast would
I learned so much in the process. I was a hands-on type of person, and was so grateful that Dominic was so generous with his equipment and advice.
Something else happened during the shoot, though.
Taking Dominic's picture was eye opening on so many levels, and I'm not just talking about photography skills. Staring at him through the lens made me look at his face differently.
I knew it was way too early to be attracted to another man only a couple months after I lost Anthony, but I caught myself feeling nervous butterflies as I looked at his face through the lens. I reprimanded myself internally and tried to focus, but I'd become increasingly distracted by his dark, handsome features. His jaw was dusted with some dark stubble, and the lines of his cheekbones and nose were masculine and defined.
I swallowed against the growing sense of dread that I was going to start having trouble ignoring my attraction to his face.
"You okay?" he asked, noticing me staring into the camera intensely.
I jumped back and looked up to regard him face to face. "Me? Fine. I'm good. It's all good. You're easy to take pictures of. I was just thinking about what an easy subject you were."
"I don't want to be easy, Rae." I gave him a questioning glance and he continued, "I don't want you to just focus the camera and push a button. I want you to take a picture that represents me."
"That's too much pressure," I said.
"No it's not." He gestured at the camera. "Take it off the tripod."
I did as he said, trying my best not to be clumsy with it.
"I'll sit here with my eyes closed so I can't see what you're doing. Look at me from different angles and with different lighting. Take a photo and look at it on the screen, studying where the lights are falling on my face. Be mindful of shadows. Notice how they change when I shift. I'll just sit here for a minute while you try some new angles. Let me know if you want me to reposition and I will."
At that, he leaned on his hand for support and closed his eyes.
I was shy at first, but he just sat there with his eyes closed comfortably, and soon I got into trying different angles. I snapped some pictures, reviewed them, and moved around, trying new positions.
At first things were very clinical. I was nervous about moving around him, and approached it with nothing more than a photographer's eye. But the more I studied the lines of his face and the way the shadows fell on it, the more focused I became.
"Shift your shoulders to the left a little bit. Actually, go ahead and shift your whole body to the left just a little." He smiled but kept his eyes closed as he did what I said. "Okay sit up straight and look at me." He did that too, and right when he opened his eyes, I snapped a picture. He smiled at my readiness, and when he did, I snapped another one. We had a little exchange of smiles as I snapped a few in a row.
It was my newfound attraction to his face that ultimately helped me take the photo we needed. So, in that way, it was a positive thing. That was the only good that could come of being attracted to Dominic, though. I knew it would break Laura's heart if I developed feelings for someone else so quickly, and I hated myself for it even being an issue.
I was thinking about that when Maria and Laura walked back into the apartment. We'd just finished, and Dominic had gone in his bedroom to return a phone call he missed while we were busy. I was unnerved by my own feelings and was relieved to see Laura so we could get out of there.
I thanked him again for everything on our way out. Laura asked him to email me a few of the best photos so she could look at them. I didn't object even though I dreaded having to stare at his face with Laura sitting right next to me, thinking my recent attraction to him might somehow be obvious to her.
She and I had lots to talk about when we left there. The Thanksgiving feast would
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