The Photographer

Well, I was planning to post some of my boys photographic gems, but he took the camera over to Great Papa's house. (That's what he calls my dad). He took the camera over there, it ran out of battery life after about an hour, which it's prone to do, and then he forgot to bring it home. There really aren't that many pics left to take on that camera. I caught him the other night lying in bed taking pictures of his room in the dark. Actually the flash was being used, so the pictures were turning out, but he was just laying in bed, snapping away. I'm thinking about sending in some of his better stuff to the state fair competitions. I've been going there for years and I've seen the crap in the 'Art' section. If those things can make it in, I'm sure a picture taken by a 5-year-old of his little sisters feet standing next to Lightning McQueen racing around a mini Cars racetrack has a very legitimate shot at winning us a ribbon. Which is, of course, the ultimate glory of the state fair circuit.

Of course, there's always the off chance that they won't believe such pictures could be taken by such a young artist and they'll assume that it was simply me trying to pass of my work as a kid in order to win one of those spectacular shiny pieces of nylon and cotton. But let's hope not.