In my family, I’m almost always the one behind the camera, taking the pictures. And this is the way it should be (or, at least, this is the way I like it). This summer, I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to be IN some of our family photos, so that the future versions of our children can know that I, also, existed.
Today I set up this shot, and then handed my camera to my daughter Aviva, who snapped these pictures of Meg and me.
Meg wasn’t totally feeling my “let’s take a picture together” vibe, and her less-than-enthused expression probably makes me like this series more than I would if she looked happier. After all, she’s the one who’s taught me to love taking the pictures there are to take (vs. wishing for something to be different so that I could take some sort of a fantasy picture instead: the version where everyone is looking at the camera, or where no one is crying).
