…is my addiction to pictures. I constantly am reaching for the camera, mediocre as it is. I know the joy I get from looking at these pictures, sharing them with all of you, and being creative as I scrapbook them. However, sometimes I’m so focused on getting the perfect pictures that I can’t just enjoy a moment. The other day Carson and I were laughing and reading a book inside his little pup-tent set up in the living room. It was so fun. But I was obsessed with getting a picture of it. When Trent got the camera, it was too slow, Carson moved too fast and before I knew it, the moment was gone and I was frustrated that my expectations weren’t met. I wish I had just enjoyed the time and not worried about capturing it on film.
Then again, sometimes this kid can be my downfall too. He has learned to say “please” in sign language, and it is pretty darn endearing. It’s hard to say “no” to. I must have let him hang on to the camera recently, because when I turned it on the other day, the LCD screen was completely destroyed. You could kind of see little bite marks in the corner where it had “shattered” digitally. Grrr! I was frustrated with him, but I knew it was also my fault for not keeping it out of reach.
Back to pictures, I also have to let myself enjoy pictures that aren’t perfect. For instance, these pics below would probably get deleted soon…they are out of focus, too close, or they don’t show his face. And yet they all capture a bit of Carson. Maybe I just need to have a collection of imperfect pics…in honor of an imperfect photographer.
