Warning! The following post has nothing to do with anything. Proceed at your own risk.
So, we went to a shower last weekend. As my wonderful husband had to work, I took The Kid with me, and I put him to work. Is it normal for a five-going-on-six-year-old-boy to be so darned handy with a centerpiece?
Anyway, at one point during the festivities, my mom's camera (hi, Mom!) had a technical issue, and I handed her mine. The next thing I knew, The Kid was darting hither and yon, snapping off some truly great* pictures like these:
Apparently Ansel Adams down there decided that one photo of carpeting wasn't enough, so he also took this one:
In case I needed to remember the different carpet styles the hotel was sporting. He's awesome like that.
But there was much more to this shower that *just* carpeting. Oh, yes. There were also windows:
And I quote: "Ooh, pretty!" Yes, he's quite the tasteful young chap.
That potted plant sure knew how to strike a pose.
Yes, it was a day of documenting every surface:
Even the reflective ones. I named this one "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Goofball."
Seriously, he took this picture of the ceiling;
and said, "Oh, that's a good one." He's a little off, that boy of mine. As you can see, The Kid should stick to stills.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, But Authorial Mom, didn't he take any pictures of people? And the answer is yes. Yes, he did. But in at least one sister's opinion, they are the kind of blackmail shots that will get one or more of my kneecaps broken if I post them. After all, The Kid is only 4 feet tall--you have to look down at him. Not the most flattering camera angle. Toss in blurry, like this:
and, well, you get the idea. This shot is entitled, "Run Away, Mommy Wants Her Camera Back." A three-minute chase ensued. This is what I get for encouraging the boy's artistic tendencies.