When my first novel, A Deadly Fall, was published in 2011, I decided to get a professional author photograph for book promotion. A friend recommended her friend, Deb Marchand, a local Calgary photographer who specializes in portraits, family pictures, and special events like graduation photos.
I contacted Deb, found her cost reasonable, and arranged a photo session. Deb likes to shoot outdoors and prefers the evenings for better light. We picked a date, but that summer kept getting hit with evening thunder showers, and we had to cancel our first date. The next time, another storm loomed, but we agreed to chance a downpour.
Deb chose a location on a park ridge. I had asked her advice on clothing for my portrait. Since it would be a head shot, clothes only mattered from the chest up. Deb said a plain coloured top with a rounded neckline would be best. I had also read that it’s best to avoid jewellery in portraits since it detracts from the face, which is what people most want to see about the person.
I looked through my wardrobe, couldn’t find the perfect top, and threw a bunch into a bag with the plan to discretely change on the ridge until we found the top that worked. Fortunately, on that evening of looming clouds few people were out walking in the park. After taking numerous photos of me in several tops, I went to Deb’s house, in the rain, to go through the selections on her computer. An agonizing choice when so many photos looked similar and I’m not the biggest fan of pictures of me.
In the end, I settled on a photo of me wearing a white top with a V-neck. I liked the look so much that I had the photo enlarged for my family room wall.
Deb and I became Facebook friends. She came to my book launch and read A Deadly Fall and my next two novels. In 2019, I realized my eight-year-old photo was out of date and asked Deb if she’d be interested in another photo shoot. This time, we met on a clear, spring evening in Calgary’s St. Patrick’s Island Park, and I had the perfect top–red with a rounded neckline.
Six years passed. I published three more novels, let my hair go naturally gray, and. thanks to cataract surgery didn’t wear glasses anymore. Every time I sent out my author picture, I felt it didn’t look like the current “me.” I messaged Deb who was enthused about working with me again. She suggested Prince’s Island Park downtown for our third photo shoot.
Deb asked if I’d prefer a city or nature backdrop. I chose nature because I liked the greenery in my past photos and thought high rise buildings in the background would portray the wrong image for my shift to historical fiction. Deb thought a light-coloured top would be a good contrast to nature colours. I chose a pale pink rounded-neck T-shirt top.
On a warm, slightly windy and smoky evening in June, we walked around the Prince’s Island Park and caught up on each others’ news. Deb photographed me on a staircase to the Bow River and in front of trees and flowerbeds. She had me do models’ poses–chest out and swish your arms down your hips to your thighs–and fussed with my windblown hair. It reminded me that I wouldn’t want to be a model.
After the session, Deb emailed me a longlist of photos as well as her five personal favourites, from which I chose my two author photos. Here they are:
Deb and I shared a few laughs during the photo shoot. She said that, as a bonus, she’d add a joyous portrait as her gift to me. “It will be one of those great laughing photographs that makes me smile as big as your smile in the photo.”
Many thanks to Deb Marchand Photography for all these years of great author photos.
