So, I have an expensive camera, a gift of a good friend, who wanted a newer, smaller, smarter one. I got the older, bigger, dumber variety. Although now it's closing in on fifteen years old. So I missed the precious, precocious, all too delicate stages.
The first thing that was clear to me was this: the kids knew WAY more about how to use the camera, they were careful with it, they got great photos. always wore the strap about their neck, which supported the camera. They took really fun photos. Probably because nobody posed for a dang-gone one of them. So they were natural and graceful, beautiful.
So I did it again this year, and last Saturday night night, there was another little guy, Mordecai, who was a little bit bored. Handed him the camera. He took over 250 photos, in about 20 minutes.
Very fun. So, this is a photo of Mr. M. I took it. I told him to make a funny face. He's such a sweet kid, this was as adventurous as he got. That little look takes the heart.
This experience with kids and camera taught me a lot; about the natural perfection of life, about spontaneous loveliness, about the great good of images, about letting the kids lead you. Not every lesson is harsh, or takes a long time to learn, or you have to do it the hard way. Some things you learn for the purest pleasure of the thing.