There was high overcast, a little harsh for portraits. But an attractive lady approached, wearing a hat. Under the hat I could see softer light and catchlights. So I stopped her and went through my spiel, noting her fashionable hat. As I spoke, she sheepishly smiled and shook her head ‘no.’ “I can appreciate your project, last summer I took a photography class. But I just don’t like having my picture taken. Here comes my husband (pointing), ask him!’
So I did, and John said “Sure.”