Over lunch I noticed the walls were hung with images of Marilyn Monroe. In the living area, kitchen, hallway there were pictures, big and small, of Marilyn. On the bookshelves there were books about Marilyn. Our place mats were monogrammed MM and we drank from Marilyn coffee mugs. I couldn't help but notice that Paul's wife was remarkably blonde and 'Marilyn-ish' for a Greek girl.
We walked over the farm and I shot 30 or 40 shots of Paul and Jay in a struggling stream beside a pristine little waterfall. When I finished the dog shoot I asked Paul's wife if she would like me to photograph her. I suspect she might have been waiting for the offer.
She ran off into some thick trees and over a small rise. She called out and then ran over the hilltop and down the grassy slope towards me. I was a bit surprised and took a while to react, half expecting a chorus of 'The hills are alive ....' to break out. .I thought I was going to get a Marilyn MonroeSome Like it Hot performance but it was more like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.
Neither Paul or 'Marilyn' were boring people. Just the opposite in fact. People like this keep the world turning. More than that, they make photography a pleasure.