Later on, ever breakfast, I let him play with my camera. He snapped all kinds of odd, blurry photos, but this one actually came out with a kind of candid charm. And you can see me, for once.
Maybe I'll let Alex be our photographer.
Monday, December 13
Small things
This morning, I went downstairs to find Alex, all by himself, looking out the back window at his grandma's bird feeder. It was loaded with goldfinches, who at this time of year, aren't very gold.
Later on, ever breakfast, I let him play with my camera. He snapped all kinds of odd, blurry photos, but this one actually came out with a kind of candid charm. And you can see me, for once.
Maybe I'll let Alex be our photographer.
Later on, ever breakfast, I let him play with my camera. He snapped all kinds of odd, blurry photos, but this one actually came out with a kind of candid charm. And you can see me, for once.
Maybe I'll let Alex be our photographer.
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1 comment:
It looks good and Alex took a nice picture.
There are even happy faces on.
I can't wait to see more pictures.
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