This thread is NOT about the photos. (I realize their limitations.) Instead, it's about the long story behind the photos.
The couple in the second photo are my next-door neighbors of 32 years. The property in the photo is where the woman lived as a child and where her father lived his adult life until he recently died at 95 years old. This visit to the house will be her last one. Even though I had never been to the house and had no connection with it, it seemed more important to me than to her that it would be her last visit.
The property has been taken over by the state as a claim of eminent domain. That could have happened years ago. However, they didn't seriously try because they knew the owner was old, frail and wanted to live out his last years in the house. Even so, the state is building a major highway intersection that will prevent access to the property. Indeed, when we went there for the photo shoot, typical access to the house had already been eliminated, which required us to drive illegally through the construction area. The buildings on the property will be knocked down and removed in the coming weeks.
The family hired a photographer to make photos of everyone (nearly 30 people) in front of the property and that shoot had already happened quite successfully. However, the man in the image shown below doesn't like having his photo taken and his wife was not able to convince him at the time to join her on the rock. When she was going through the photos made at that session, she regretted that she hadn't at least had some photos made of just her on the rock, as the rock is a fond memory for her. So, I told her I would go to the property with her and make some photos.
Though she managed to convince her husband to join us, he was being a bit of a curmudgeon, complaining on the way there that he didn't understand why she wanted to do another photo shoot. I wasn't sure she had convinced him to pose for anything.
The property I encountered was in a different condition than when the first set of photos was made. The grass had not been mowed, so we took some hedge clippers and quickly cut the tallest grass immediately in front of the rock. The pair of white doors had been removed from the carport. That and the knee-high grass meant that it made no sense for me to use the same compositions the first photographer used. Stone had been removed from parts of the sides of the house, though I was able to return those areas to their original appearance during post-processing.
Though you can see that the woman did indeed convince her husband to join in the photo-making, you can also see that he wasn't the least bit thrilled about it.
I discussed in this thread that I would take a large reflector, an off-camera speed light, a diffuser attached to the speed light and the accessories required to properly use everything. (The first photographer used only a camera and the results were what you would expect.) When I saw the mood the husband was in, I realized that the time required to set anything up would completely go against anything he would find acceptable. So, I never got any of that stuff out of the car.
Every once in awhile I make a rookie mistake. My mistake when making these photos was that I forgot to check my shutter speed, which was set at 1/100. I would normally shoot portraits such as these at absolutely no slower than 1/200, so I got lucky that 1/100 worked. I used to think the day will eventually come that I will no longer make rookie mistakes but I no longer suffer from the delusion.