Raising a Photographer (or a Space Ranger)

I took BigBrother out for some photography fun yesterday.  We hit up the city park. And by photography fun, I mean that we both had our own cameras. He was a snap-happy little dude.

He was awestruck by the skateboarders. I heard lots of little wows coming out of him in one of those quiet voices that I almost never get to hear from him. He took a picture of one skateboarder starting down the ramp. Most interesting is that his photo was better than my photo from the same time stamp.

He managed to take a rather artistic and accidental photo of me while I was taking photos of the skateboarders. I did edit this one slightly because the color was blown a bit. I just merely threw this one into black and white and messed with the opacity a bit. Yes, those are my most favorite green shoes that I now wear everywhere, with everything.

We went to the pond next. I didn’t want him to climb down the steep incline to wear some boys were fishing. So he stood directly above me and took this photo. Amazing reflection.

Later, as I edited my photos, I asked BigBrother if he wanted to be a photographer when he grew up. I know what the answer usually is (and, really, I’m not too grumpy about it).

He replied, “Yes!” He paused for a long moment and gave me the look.

“But do you mean space ranger?”

Sure, buddy. Whatever you want to be.

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[Minus the last picture, all photos are from BigBrother's Fuji FinePix S5100. I did not edit the skateboard or pond photo.]