Little Brother See. Little Brother Do. With Some Help.

I share my wife's love for taking pictures. I simply don't possess her gift for taking them. And I'm OK with that. There's a lot of flexibility that comes with doing anything under the presumption you will always do it with amateur status. When Katie snaps a picture, there is a beautiful story already painted in her mind that she is compelled to capture with pictures in a way  she can share exactly what she was seeing with others. When I man the camera, I hope the resulting pictures will reveal a totally unexpected story that will entertain others as much as it did me when I discovered it. 

When the boys and I were at the playground yesterday I began snapping pictures of them playing together. It wasn't until I got home and looked through the photos that one of those unexpected tales unfolded. As thrilled as I would have been to be more in tuned with it when it was actually going on at the playground, I'm glad I was able to capture it as an amateur photographer. The reality is, had I been paying more attention to what they were actually doing I might have stepped into a story I really didn't belong in, and the pictures would have told a far less memorable tale.