Apparently, my skills as a photographer have decreased in direct proportion to my son getting older. While there was once a time that my uplifted camera would elicit funny faces and jumps off the highest perch available, now that my boy is approaching 16, even a slightly raised phone (with camera app on stealth mode) will elicit a groan, eye roll, the baritone siren of “Mommmm” and a loud declaration that this, in fact, is a photo free zone. I have lost my photog-swag to such an extent that my taking photos of a subject will more than likely drain them of their swag as well.
|This photo was taken in 2004. Apparently, I was a much better photographer then. The subject is enjoying the shot and actively participating in telling the story of the day. That raised finger is in fact a prop- the subject is entering into First Grade.
Another successful shot. Note that the subject enjoys looking directly into the lens and even humors me with unsolicited funny faces. The joy is free flowing. Life is good.
I am determined however, to capture the awesome spirit of this teen creature- and will work on perfecting ways to catch him on film. It may be dangerous- but it’s worth it. And if all else fails, and the mission proves futile, Mama can always take more photos of the little guy!
|Thankfully, the Little One has not yet learned that selfies are lame, especially ones taken with the Mother- and will happily smoosh his face next to mine in public.|