I Have a Camera

A friendly letter to the people who just moved into the house next door to me...

"Hi, new neighbors! If you are wondering why I just walked past your utility trailer and randomly took a picture of it, it's because I liked the wood grain, and I thought it might look nice with some words on it...

 

I know that might seem strange, but you'll get used to it after a while. Soon you won't wonder at all why I'm lying in the middle of the road, or why I'm walking around aimlessly; staring up at the trees. It's for "the shot". When it comes to that, I don't have much pride...You'll get used to it."

My kids are used to it. Thank goodness.

They don't run away from me anymore, or call me the paparazzi.

As a matter of fact...

I went out with Macy, over the weekend, to take some photos of her riding her new "grown up" bike...you know, for historical purposes, when she got off of her bike and said, "I know what you should take a picture of..."

(Where is she going???)

My girl is so silly.

(I love that about her.)

I think she's pretty happy with her kooky, shenanigany self, as well.

XXOO

(Yes, I just made up the word "shenanigany".)

There are more silly photos involving a fuzzy, tube scarf, that I was forced to take, but I will save those for another day.

I did meet my new neighbor. She came outside not long after I paparazzied her trailer, and asked me a question I wasn't really comfortable answering...

She asked me if I was a photographer.

I just laughed and said, "Well, I have a camera."

I don't know...when are you allowed to call yourself a photographer? When you get paid for it, or you have a business card that says so? What if you just use your camera regularly, and obsessively?

I don't know the answer, but I do know that I have a camera...and I'm not afraid to use it.

Namaste