|This picture was extra frustrating to me, because it was the one where we both looked the best and the dude was looking at the camera. But I am partially headless. Someone invent a time machine in my camera so I can go back and fix it.|
I have sort of learned to accept this, but there is still a huge perfectionist part of me that wants more. I want to be in some of the pictures. I want to have pictures of me and my little dude,without having to ask someone to take my complicated and giant camera and just wing it. I want more pictures where I'm not just holding the camera at arms length, hoping I don't look like an idiot even though I usually do in these types of photos.
I have a remote, which helps. And I have a tripod. That helps too. But the main problem is that I still have to set the camera settings, so if they're off when I'm on the other side of the lens I can't change them. I just have to wing it, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.
Sometimes I even let Ava have the remote. She thinks it is awesome, but she gets really close to the camera with it and sometimes bumps into the camera. Then things are blurry. I'm blurry. Oh well.
My quest for photographic world domination continues. Even when imperfect pictures strike.
Like ones where his expression is spot on, but his wobbly head combined with the low shutter speed I had the camera set at made him a little out of focus.
Other times though, he cooperates. He holds still, he looks at the camera. He maybe even cracks a smile. That's when it totally pays off, all of this photographing of people. The girls always look, they always smile. That's why my dude is the ultimate test of my patience. So I know I'm doing something right. And that all of these pictures I'm taking are worth it. Cause I froze this exact moment in time and hopefully I will remember it. Spit bubbles, crazy hair, curly toes and all.