A winter day, a sunny afternoon, snow melting, and a park to explore.
A daughter, a grandson, and me with my camera.
The perfect combination.
The giggles, the hiding, the “hey, Mom!”, the simple pleasure of just being a boy.
My grandpa used to tell me that his light meter
(which was separate from the camera)
would let him know if I needed to wash my face.
I held my camera close to my grandson’s face
and told him that the camera could tell me
if his face was dirty.
I think he believed me….
Splashing in the mud on a winter day.
With grandma and her dirty-face-detecting-camera at the ready.
This is that part where I swoon….