Who is shooting who?

Four of us—Christopher, Elina, Katie, and me—always have our cameras with us. And are constantly taking pictures of each other. Katie takes pictures of Elina; Elina takes pictures of Katie. I ask Christopher to pose with Marguarite. Or Elina. Or Katie. At a sunset cocktail party in the honeymoon Vale (vah-le), Elina was taking pictures of a table topped with appetizers and champagne while Katie was shooting Elina taking pictures. Then Elina asked Christopher and Katie to pose on the balcony as the sun was going down. Like they were honeymooning there.

And while this is all going on, Marguarite is set designing. She moves chairs, plumps pillows, tops off glasses of champagne.

Click, click, click.

Yesterday Katie and I figured out that she was going to get a massage right after mine. Which gave me an idea.

“Would you mind posing for me in the plunge pool at the spa before you get your massage?” I asked her.

“Of course not,” she said.

“Would you mind doing it topless? You know, like you’ve just had this incredible massage and now you’re chilling out in the pool, looking out over the ocean?”

“Uhmmm…”

“I’ll shoot you from behind,” I told her. “We won’t see anything. It’s just for setting the mood. Would that be okay?”

“Well…sure. I guess I could do that.”

“Should I be there?” Marguarite asked, looking first at me and then Katie.

“What for?” I said.

“I don’t know,” said Marguarite. “I just feel like maybe I should be there.”

“It will be fine,” said Katie.

So we’re all set. Tomorrow afternoon I’m getting a Fijian Bobo massage and then Katie is going to come in and do a photo shoot with me in the plunge pool. And who knows? Maybe even Marguarite will show up. To take pictures of me taking pictures of Katie. You never know.