Photography

I'm not an especially great photographer. I don't take the best pictures. I sure as hell don't have a fancy camera. But what I lack in quality I make up for in quantity perhaps. And that's working for me.

Sometimes I feel like my primary function as a parent (you know, besides keeping him clothed, fed, and bathed) is photographer. In a journalistic sense. My pictures aren't posed or perfect or pretty. Just day to day vignettes, often with my terrible iPhone3GS camera phone with an instagram filter slapped on. Tycho's clothes aren't always clean, and he often isn't smiling. Or he's in the middle of a tantrum. Or I take ten thousand pictures of the back of his head because he always seems to be running away from me. But I am dutiful. And I am glad.

Time slips away without me even realizing it, and all of the sudden months have gone by and we're all completely different people and thank goodness I have a record of who we were back then or else I'd have completely forgotten.

It's funny, Tycho loves that I take pictures, too. As xmas gifts for all of our family members I made photobooks (shoutout to blurb.com!) of pictures of Tycho up to his first birthday. It's one of his very favorite books to "read" these days. I think he gets it from me. I was always obsessed with photo albums, which my dad meticulously organized, back in the days of film and prints and that whole messy business. I still love those old albums. I hope Tycho will be glad I've captured these billions of imperfect moments of his childhood.