The other day, I handed my camera over to Carson to allow him to foster his creativity. Or to keep his million-questions-a-day self busy for 15 minutes. Either way, here’s his work…
Me. If he had zoomed out a bit more, you would have seen a magazine in my lap in a crazy ambitious attempt to actually relax a bit (huh? what’s that?) while the kids played peacefully and independently in the backyard. Let’s just say the magazine went unread.
Girlfriend looks a bit too comfortable with a gun in her hands. She loves some watergun action.
Last year, we had a crazy, outta control, more-weeds-than-vegetable garden. This year, we have this. Thank the good Lord for a good produce section in the local grocery store.
Carson’s keeping me humble by photographing my phone. All of my friends get quite a kick out of this here phone of mine. Yes, they still make these. And yes, I happen to like it just fine.
Carson got a little crazy with the self-portraits. Not sure what setting he used here, but is he not the cutest little thing ever?
Okaaay, kid… don’t stress yourself out so much over the self-portraits.
Watch out… Carson’s really getting crazy now…