3' 3"

I let Grace use my camera at her Thanksgiving program. My real camera with the nice lens that makes me cringe at the sight of grubby fingers wandering towards the magical moving toy.

Now, she fancies herself as a photographer. She wanted to use the real camera again. I compromised and showed her how to use the camera on my iPhone. I have almost 200 new pictures added to the collection from this weekend. So it seems a waste to let them go undocumented. (Because you can bet once this posts, I am hitting the delete button on the camera.)

The weekend from 3' 3":

Sea of Yellow

Everyday I drive past a little section of town that is really only used during the summer months for festivals and the Apple Butter markets.

Desolate right now without the tents and balloons, the town plans for decoration via spring flowers. Along the road there are fantastic patches of daffodils which have come up in full force in this wonderfully mild Mid-Atlantic spring.

This past Sunday we went down to that patch and took Grace's 18 month / Easter photos to send out to family.

It was a family event.

- I crouched with my back against the rail snapping photos and cursing the delay in my camera click.
- Matt did his best to wrangle Grace and return her to the flower patch every few minutes in her attempts to run out of my specified photo locations.
- Grace ran and looped her way through waist high patches of bright yellow flowers, pausing occasionally to explore, caress and then destroy.

A great time was had by all.