As you may be aware, I frequently photograph my children. There’s been substantial evidence on this blog that I manage to get that right a lot of the time. But lately, Gabe has been making himself a harder target. Lately, he can’t be tied down to any one spot long enough for his father to get the camera ready. He’s a mover and a shaker. He’s got things to do. So many of my photos end up looking like this:
It’s not horrible. In fact, it’s kind of cute. But it clearly isn’t the image that I was looking to take. For a more specific example, let’s examine the following photo. Gabe had been sitting on Abigail’s lap and she had been reading him a story. Here’s my photo of that adorable event:
And then there’s that time they sat next to each other in an empty cardboard box, looking cute.
Or the time I tried to get a picture of him in his Peter Pan hat.
I really tried hard to get this one. I mean, he’s just a kid wearing a hat. It’s not like he needs to sit in one place for the picture to work, like the box or a lap. No, he can run around and I just need to capture one instance of him standing still. Here he is throwing the hat over the rail on the stairs.
Sometimes you do get a good picture, even though it wasn’t the one you were looking for. Take this one here, which was supposed to be a picture of Gabe kissing the Madeleine doll:
Or this picture of Gabe leaning against Maggie. (Of course, I did get the shot I was looking for here.)
Maybe what I should really do is just let him take his own pictures. He’s pretty good at it after all.
I’ll leave you with a picture he took of his mother, albeit inadvertent. Although I’m not sure how many of his picture are actually advertant.
OMIGOSH! The last one kills me. SO FRIGGIN CUTE.
That is a most spry little brood there! (With the possible exception of fido, he seems to a bit on the mellow side)
In June, the sunset hits my front porch in a really nice way right after dinnertime, it is the only way I get easy, sharp pics of my li’l speed demon.