When I was a kid, getting photos done was often a stressful task. Everyone was dressed perfectly, faces were cleaned, hair was combed and re-combed (and re-re-combed) until it was time to all look at the camera, at the same time, and say cheese into a bright, flashing light. There was no connection. There was no love. The only joy to be found was on the face of the kid in the family that always seemed to be harboring a secret. And the problem with this approach was that everyone looked stiff, bored, or worried.