I’ve absolutely loved seeing the cover shoot posts that Tammy, Becky, and others have shared recently. I’ve never gotten to be involved in a shoot for one of my own covers, but since I’m married to a graphic designer who’s created many book covers, I’ve been on the other side of the shoot, toting the tripod, fluffing models’ hair, and tilting the reflector just so.
Ken wrote and illustrated two children’s picture books that were published when our kids were younger, and we went through some crazy things getting photo reference for the images of a little boy who discovers a flying stick horse. At one point our youngest son, then five, posed astride a wooden stick horse–which was strapped high atop the jungle gym at the school playground. His big brother held tight to his belt loops and tried to stay out of the frame while Ken directed Trey to scream and kick his feet and pretend he was flying. A little risky maybe. But we ended up with these wonderful colored pencil drawings for Stick Horse. Trey lived to tell the tale and now has his own little boy, our newest grandson.
Okay, just kidding about that pet triceratops part, but I did pose with our youngest son who had his hand on the head of a dino (okay, it was really a basketball taped to a tripod, but it sure looks like a dino in the finished book.)
This page is called “Can I keep him, Mom? Pleeeeaaase?”
Our grandson didn’t have a clue why his Papa asked him to pose on a pillow flopped over a sawhorse a couple of summers ago…
Until he saw his Christmas present the next year–a painting of him riding a fierce T-Rex, of course!
And then there’s the food. I’ve made scones and trifles, all in the interest of getting an image for a cover design. (Of course, somebody has to eat all that yummy food when the photo shoot is over.)
I think our most interesting photo shoot recently was the day we had “guerrillas” with AK-47s on our back deck. The shoot was for a cover for a graphic novel published by Voice of the Martyrs about the life of Russell Stendal, a kidnapped jungle pilot. The guerrillas were models and the guns weren’t real.
But our neighbors, of course, had no way of knowing that. One of them told us later they watched out the window and wondered if they needed to come and “rescue” us! But look how wonderful the cover for Rescue the Captors turned out: