And then it was all over her, hands, arms, legs, bright red dress with tiny, white polka dots.
And instead of stopping them I photographed it.
There was a warm breeze and the sun was shining on a day the weather man said it would rain. I always know I'm going to get into trouble on the days I take photos instead of stopping them. I weigh the pros and consand decide if the gentle, usually joking commentsfrom Mom or the husband are worth it.
"You just took photos while they stomped in the mud?"
"Put the camera down and grab him!" Mom told me when my son was a year and started up our stairs. Of course, later we all laughed watching his chunky, diapered rear end waddle up one step at a time, me only a few steps behind.
Though never putting them in danger, there is something thrilling about pushing the photographic risk to the edge to capture the defining shot, knowing your documenting life at its best.
Simply with the click of the shutter.
Definition of life's little details, forever solidified frozen for future generations.