In my last post I told you I’d written a story for National Geographic School Publishing. What I didn’t mention is that they sent a photographer and staff out to take pictures! And as much as I’d love to tell you that they asked to take shots of me topless in a grass skirt, well, the orthopedic shoes didn’t work with that outfit. I wore jeans.
The National Geographic photographer took photos of me working on my computer with Harper at my side, feeding Harper, playing with Harper, grooming Harper outside, him leading me around. Good thing I like attention so much! Harper didn’t seem to mind, either.
I have my orthopedic shoes on in every shot, and since most shots feature Harper at my feet, you wont’ be able to miss the clodhoppers. The book will not be published until sometime next year, and I am hoping, hoping, hoping that by then my little experiment with platform shoes will be such a distant memory that I’ll have to rack my brain when anyone asks what’s up with the funky shoes in the photos. “Oh, I forgot all about that,” I’ll say, running out the door to head downtown with Harper. “That must have been the summer I broke my foot.”