My three-year-old son has learned to use our digital camera. E has taken some wonderful pictures (655 and counting). He is really pushing the boundaries of photography. And my sanity.
This is from a moving series of pictures of his feet as he walks from the kitchen to the sunroom. AND BACK.
I’m pleased that his sister continues to make his list of favored subjects; although, perhaps he believe that the camera takes away the soul. (He’s having some regression issues this month.)
His mess, which allows us to document how little we actually clean up over here.
And me. Getting caught playing on my iPhone. Not once.
But a totally of three times in three separate photo shoots.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, his photo series, “Mama in Sweats,” is rounded out by our model giving the LOOK. (Not quite Blue Steel. Perhaps more like Purple Save Me. Because it was only 10 o’clock and our roof was being repaired.)