The Photographer

There’s a little point and shoot camera in my home office that Zane likes to play with. Over the past few weeks he’s been teaching himself how to take photos. Granted, the whole concept of even having a subject matter is still elusive, but he has been taking fewer pictures of his fingers and more of his surroundings. After last night’s photo shoot I found a half dozen “parts” of Tink, but only the one photo with most of her in it. There were over twenty shots of the ceiling, computer bag, parts of Zane, and one of my leg.

Somewhere along the line he also picked up the phrase “say cheese!” Currently it’s said after the photoshoot, with a big grin on his face.