The women in my family have been obsessed with their mortality as of late. This led my mother to organize an impromptu four generation family photo session in my living room. My house is poorly lit. There were screams about bad hair, no makeup and someone's death bed. And judging from our last effort at a family photo, I knew it would be a challenge.
Our last generations photo resulted in the photographer breaking her camera and us running wild with my aunt's point and shoot and the studio's backdrops.
And props.
So this photo was important. Four generations. All the women and my son. So I set up the tripod, adjusted my camera, and gave it a test shot.
Oh dear. But the light is as good as it's going to get in my house, so I decided to go for it. I set the timer and made a run for it.
Well, that went well. How about another shot?
Oh, great. I'm going to need the flash to catch that wiggly little man.
Oh, that's even worse.
"Honey, come hold the button down and let's see what happens!"
"Son, hold still!"
Almost...one more try...
And we got it!
Today's lesson: The best memories do not always lie in your best photographs. Sometimes it's worth taking a look at the in between shots to really appreciate the moments captured.
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