My kids have long been in the stage where nothing I do as their dad is cool. And that’s to be expected I suppose. But while the older ones might submit to portraits if I bug them, the youngest is still excited to get in front of the camera. My favorite part of spring is the three weeks when our cherry tree explodes in flowers. I’m sad every year when the flowers start dropping even though I know they’ll be back the following year. During the height of the cherry blossoms, my nine-year-old was kind enough to pose for me in and around the flowers. No photographic post-processing was required to make her hair purple. It was already that way in real life.