Last year we spent new years on a friends farm in portugal as you do, and I became aquatinted with a rather lovely goat. You may think me strange to talk of a goat in such fond terms but I can honestly say if I were to have a pet it would be a goat. I can’t speak for all goats as this is the only one I’ve met but she had the daintiness of a persian cat, the doting nature of a labrador and, it has to be said, the stubbornness of a mule. There was quite a bit of post work to do on this photograph which I have only just got around to doing, hence why I’m writing about it almost a year later.
Having decided I had to do a shoot with her we dragged her into the house by her horns, which she did not like at all, but once she was in the house she was immediately content to tentatively wonder around examining the carpet, the sofa upholstery, and Gemma’s legs. Getting her to stand still for the shot was absolutely hilarious as my brother and my sister’s boyfriend chased around the room coaxing it to behave. Funnily enough I think it was merely a communication problem, because when we got her in the position in the photograph she happily held that position for quite some time. In fact, I swear she started posing. Hit the jump for some of the rather amusing attempts previous to this shot and the lighting info.
