i can't tell you how much sleep i've lost over pictures recently.
it was a spring sunday, and the azaleas promised to be at their best. we were already dressed up for church, the sun was shining, the camera was in the car. so we drove to raleigh in search of the azaleas. they were amazing, as anticipated.
(much better than my phd [push here, dummy] photography.)
pictures of the flowers, pictures of the kids.
we scoped out the perfect spot, then searched for someone we might to ask to snap a picture for us. a dad was taking pictures of the rest of his family; i offered to take one with him in it, and he did the same for us. with my little phd camera, the man i wish i could find to thank took the beautiful picture of our family that everyone knows.
what did that man think? like others who didn't know her, couldn't figure her out: wow, that's a big baby...such long hair for a baby...she's sleeping right through it...she's so well-behaved...smile for the picture! i'd like to find that man and thank him for not asking and for taking the picture that would represent our family so often.
so the neighborhood azaleas have been blooming this week. time for my annual pilgrimage. prepared, with my new fancier camera and pictures of before in hand.
i hope that man's family picture came out as well as ours.