the reasons i don't take very many pictures with my "big camera" are super lame. you see, i take my camera out & before i know it i've shot two or three hundred pictures of parker & elliot in my living room & then what do you do? spend two to three hours going through them? aint nobody got time for that. or if we're out & about actually doing something photo-worthy, who wants to lug five or six pounds of camera around in one's purse among diapers, wipes, snacks & the such as only to realize you're never actually taking your camera out because you end up carrying a child ninety percent of the time anyway.
i told you, the reasons are lame.
and in the end, they are excuses. i need to take more pictures. i need to rediscover the love affair i have with my camera & find a way to shoot the everyday. i have a passion for photography. a special moment immortalized forever in my camera literally makes my heart beat a little faster.
like this one.
after a day of playing in 95* heat with his cousins, parker crashed. on an air mattress in a spare bedroom, with sam by his side watching over him. these moments are coming & going & my boys are getting so big & i'm spending all this time running around like a chicken with its head cut off. how do you make that stop? if someone could sell me the secret to making time freeze i would pay a pretty penny.
but for now, staring at these moments frozen in time will have to do.
