*I am participating in Momalom’s Five for Five Challenge. Today’s topic is pictures.
Freeze. Smile. Click.
It sounds easy enough. A three-second pause for a photographic payoff to last a lifetime? Sounds like a reasonable trade to me.
Isn’t this why we take pictures? We want to capture the warmth and beauty so we can re-visit the contours and edges of those special moments. We want to snap that breathtaking view on our must-visit list so we can look back and remember and say, I was there. We want tangible evidence that we showed up to honor someone on their big day.
It makes sense because the truth is, who knows if and when we’ll have another chance.
The irony of ironies is, as much as I’d like to preserve the memories of special occasions, I often forget to take pictures. Having a camera on hand does not ensure photos will be taken.
I try. Really, I do. I have big dreams of going for full color, but instead I get less than gray.
My favorite subject, my son, does not help matters. I freeze frame on his busybody self and I’ll capture a shoe, an arm or worse, a total stranger. I’ve missed out on oodles of photo-ops in his childhood and my memory is full of vivid snapshots I can only visualize but cannot see in front of me.
My son, the mini moving target. He has conditioned me to a large degree. He runs, I chase after him. He falls, I rush to him. He hides, I go looking for him.
He, unlike many of us, has not yet built up a tolerance for posing. Freeze for a click? Not a lick. Though I know this won’t always be the case, I believe things are as they should be.
It’s futile to try and capture him in any way. The likes of him? They are meant to be free. Never black and white. Always a full range of the spectrum with constant shades of gray.
Do you like taking pictures?
Do you like being photographed?
*Day three of the Five for Five Momalom challenge. Participants will post once each day for five days in response to five topics: change, words, pictures, age, listening.