photostory friday

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

I grew up in a house where there was a lot of picture taking. then with the age of video cameras, it was alot of that, too. my father always had his camera ready...and over the years, not only me, but many people have come to appreciate all of the photos he has taken. at the time it was taken, however, people have been known to complain, gripe, put their hands in front of their faces, walk out of the room, make silly faces~ you name it, it has been done.

I am just like my Dad. I have my camera out, ready to capture something, anything, to savor it in the future. some people never take any photographs....but yet they still love to sit and look at them. the joke around here is my kids won't know what I look like because I am the one always behind the lens. there always is a potential photograph, screaming out, LOOK AT ME! hey, over here! you will want to see me again some day! I have heard others complain, why does she need a photo of that? Because I am the photographer and in my view, it is worthy of being photographed. and in the big scheme of life, will the few seconds, maybe minutes, really matter in the end? will it matter that we pulled off to the side of the road to take that picture? or will it matter that we drove slowly through the intersection so that I could put my window down to capture an image? (mind you, I wasn't the one driving)

will it really matter?

if we don't stop, it will matter to me.

so there. we are stopping.

we also aren't going to eat that carrot until I lean it up against the peanut butter to always remember that it looked like a boot.