A cute little story I wrote about my friend Marti and me was published in Guideposts a couple years ago.
The photo shoot is actually more exciting than the story, so I’ll take you behind the scenes.
It took place in mid-February. Outside. At a park. On a twisty slide. In Iowa. No coats allowed. What?!?
I suggested a photo at a coffee shop, because drinking a hot caffeinated beverage in a warm locale is more our style than balancing precariously on giant plastic playground equipment in arctic temps. But I guess they wanted to give Marti the opportunity to prove she is the friend I claimed her to be in my article. (A fair-weather friend never would have agreed to such unpleasantness. )
It was 20 degrees with an Iowa take-your-breath-away winter wind. The kind that forces tears out of your eyes and makes your nose drip.
In the photo my hand is nicely relaxed on the slide. It had been clenched in a fist in an effort to calm my shivering body, but the photographer told me it made me look like I was cold. With my other hand I held onto the red slide pole for dear life. Marti too was clamping her hand around that pole with all of her strength. (You can see that photo here.)
Read the rest of the story at Inspire a Fire.