I take some pictures every day. Well, actually, I take
a lot of pictures every day.
And...I've been known to carry my camera around the house, setting it down close by if I think there might be some action to capture. I basically take it with me everywhere outside of the house as well. And when I don't, I usually end up wishing I had. It has happened that I have my camera on my lap as I'm driving. You never know when you will need it in an instant and inside the purse on the passenger seat just isn't quick enough.
My kids have seen me in action for some time now and, of course, want to do what their Mama is doing. So I share my camera with them. However, there are three rules for taking pictures with Mama's camera:
1. Ask permission.
2. Always put the strap around your neck (admittedly to get some shots I don't
always have the strap around my neck, so this falls into the "Do as I say, don't do as I do" category.)
3. Always hold the camera with two hands (and, reluctantly, this also falls into the "Do as I say, blah blah blah" category.)
Hmmph, so much for being a good role model.
Anyway. I am always curious as to what they are interested in photographing. Their kid's eye view can capture some neat things in our every day.
Some photos I end up deleting, because really one photo of the living room rug is just as good as the 23 others that were taken from the exact same spot, don't you think?
Though some photos I definitely keep. Sometimes because they are fantastic photos. Sometimes because they remind me of what captures their attention at these unique ages.
Funny, any photos I have of them using my camera have been taken with my iPhone, which is usually close at hand too.
Here is the first time I recall Big Brother using the camera.
This is what he was taking a picture of.
Big Brother has gotten quite a bit of camera experience and can be called upon to take photos whenever
I need to be in the picture.
Case in point.
We have such big smiles on our faces because he stood back so so far and kept moving back, but then extending the lens out to get a closer picture. I say, learning the mechanics of it all.
He has also really enjoyed some photography adventuring where he simply goes out to see what he can find.
It is fascinating to see what he comes back with.
Little Brother started his photography a bit younger with some extensive experience with the remote control.
He did have a bit of a hard time figuring out exactly where to direct it, at one point holding it up to his baby sister's face since he was taking a picture of
her.
But eventually he got it. Sort of.
He since has broadened his repertoire to include still life.
Earlier this week he announced, "I am going upstairs to take pictures of the new red couch." You go.
Now Baby Sister has begun. I realized she was ready when, without even being able to ask permission, she took hold of the camera and slung the strap around her neck.
She watches, that one. Good trait in a photographer.
Her photos tend to be those of the living room carpet.
Yes, the other seven look exactly the same.
Sometimes she photographs my hand on the mouse, sitting at the computer.
Wait, I've deleted all 700 of those.
When she can't get her hands on the real thing, she will make do with the camera Christmas tree ornament.
Though she did capture this great portrait of her brother here.
I have a feeling that sooner or later, one camera won't be enough for this family. And that is perfectly fine with me.
Oh, I forgot to mention Daddy. He rarely takes pictures.
They usually get deleted.
Well, most of them anyway.
