When we take pictures of Franklin we tend to go slightly over board.
I don't know if most people are like this, but when I take a picture, I always think, two second later, that there is an even better angle, light, or situation that would be perfect. I think this is a very good justification for digital cameras.

Yet... we don't own one. One day perhaps. One day. Sigh.

The photos we have developed since the birth of our son now span over three large photo albums and I'm currently looking for a fourth. I pity the friends who haven't seen me in awhile and come to town to visit. They will be subjected to shots of my nipples, Franklin's messiest poops, blurry close ups of his hands, and a thousand different poses in a highchair,on the floor with toys,in the park and in the snow.

If we were ever to have photographs taken of us - professionally, to pass on down the family tree (and something that I would not have to explain why my thumb was obscuring the corner of the shot) - it would definitely be similar to the work of Loretta Lux.
(via Mighty Girl)