She picked a bridge that’s not too far away from my house… and I live in the sticks. So, I wasn’t too worried about it. Well, we show up and as we’re shooting in the field nearby – two strange guys in a minivan drive by staring us down. I told her to sit still while I ran to grab my can of mace. They looked like they could turn around at any moment and come back for us! So, there I am… in the middle of nowhere, shooting a senior session with a can of mace stuck in my pants. I’ve been in strange places… especially in downtown Tulsa and I felt more uncomfortable in a deserted field!

Then, since I didn’t have anyone to tag along to hold the reflector, I was trying my best to hold it myself while shooting on the bridge. Lo and behold a nice Oklahoma gust of wind came up and blew my reflector off the bridge. I had to crawl under the stinky bridge (where I just knew I’d stumble across a dead body) to retrieve my reflector! Ewww…

Needless to say – I immediately went home to shower.

Thanks for hanging in there Alicia!