She was five. He was seven. Cute as a button. I was probably about 13 years old, and hence less button-like. I’ve always appreciated the Mullins siblings for being a very creative and authentic. You know those people who don’t care what you think? That’s them. They’re nice, kind, compassionate, just don’t have the time of day for being anything else other than what they feel is true to themselves. So you know how us creatives have a tendency to gravitate towards each other… I was in town, bought a giant reflector, and had a day off to explore and experiment. It was definitely a good day. Not only are they ridiculously photogenic, but they’re also perfectly good and cool sports about everything. I will never forget laying down on the Capitol Hill mall and noticing a couple stopping strangers to have their photo taken. They were standing in front of the Washington memorial, which was backlit. They would politely stop one stranger, pose, look at the photo… thank them… then ask the next stranger. They didn’t seem conceited or high-maintenance. Lydia and I took a look and said “Their photo is backlit, just silhouettes…” we were this close to running over there with out 40 inch umbrella to reflect them and give them a run for their money… but shyness got in the way. I have since vowed to be brave and give random strangers photos of them that I’ve taken and like, and they always appreciate it! Here’s us geeky kids doing our thing.