I had heard this might happen.
Dunedin will no longer look at my camera. What am I to do? She will even turn her back to it. (GASP!!!) This is a devastating blow to this photographer who loves taking her work home with her. I find so much happiness documenting my children and life from behind this big piece of glass.
The problem is she knows all my tricks and she doesn’t find them nearly as entertaining as she used to.
I think I shall approach this as I did the eating of carrots. She hated them. Wouldn’t look at them, would get upset if they were on the menu and attempt to toss them off her plate. But sure enough, they would be in meal after meal, in some form or another. In soup, pureed, raw, sliced, julienne, grated, baked, broiled, stir fried… Now she eats them raw and prefers baby ones from the CSA. She actually asked for some over chocolate milk once.
So this camera is definitely not going away. It is far more important than carrots. Who runs back into a burning building for carrots? (Yes, I might just run back for my camera.) My husband ran into a burning building once. But it wasn’t for a camera or carrots. You will have to ask him about this some time. I am getting sidetracked.
So I am looking for new tricks. This camera will be out and about with me. Perhaps I will have to build a child blind (like the bird blinds used by nature photographers) The neighbors might find that a bit creepy.
I will have to keep you posted.
Until then, expect to see lots of photos of the back of her head. Good thing she has such cute curls.
Archive for November, 2009
How cameras are like carrots
Coggeshall Farm Museum
We just happened upon this place. We were driving through Colt State Park in Bristol, RI and I was letting the GPS map pleasantly guide the car through back roads and we passed this really old style farm. I didn’t even think much of it, other than “I should just let my kids out to check out the animals” on our way back from the water. It was a little cold down at the park, so we didn’t last as long as I had hoped. But on the way back, sure enough, the sheep were out in force close to the side of the road. We HAD to stop. I don’t think our car seats are “Griffin-sees-a-sheep-and-must-Must-MUST-get-OUT tested” so we managed to do so in as quick a fashion as is possible without any major injuries (egos excluded).
The kids broke into a run. Good thing I carry this giant camera with me…
There was no one there at all (beasts excluded) only a donation box. Without guides or other pesky visitors, the kids made fast friends with the sheep.
Then the chickens and donkeys…
And no, these fences do very little to keep toddlers out. In case you were wondering.
Griffin, playing farm guide and pointing out which part of the fenced off areas are not really toddler proof. He will happily show your toddler. Payment in form of a good chase through the chicken coop accepted.
Not actually an out house, but I couldn’t get the image of potty training a toddler in the days of out houses out of my head.
Colt State Park
This is fast becoming one of my favorite parks in RI after just a few visits. Mostly it is the variety. Then it is the fact that every time I visit I get a whole different feel. I had taken a family there a few months back for a portrait session, but have only been back a couple more times with the kids. On the day of our last visit, it started out rather cold and gloomy…
Which didn’t stop the kids from running amuck and chasing all the seagulls. Or from attempting to tackle mommy.
Last photo is of the kids regrouping after discovering horse shoe crab shell under the bridge.
Then Griffin did a rain dance with his discovered magic sun calling stick … which magically made the sky grin…
… and shine sunshine down upon us.
