Budding shutterbug

Almost everyday I take pictures of whatever happens to be around me. On most days that happens to be Devon, thus his cherubic mug litters Caloden like a bad case of acne. I wish I had more images of my older two children but they are often busy and not within my reach. I never tire of looking at pictures of my kids. Other people’s offspring don’t do much for me, but mine? Love ‘em. Since Devon gets his picture taken so often he has gotten into the habit of demanding he be able to take my picture. His efforts are always, without a single exception, absolutely hideous. He means well but his perspective and angles are all wrong, wrong, wrong. This morning he took the series featured below. Why do this to myself? I don’t know, maybe a need for the small pleasure of pain. A friend of mine once published the Really Bad Pictures of Heather page, these would have made a noble addition to that site.

My favorite is the one featuring my chin collection, it beats the chin zit hands down and wrinkled lips. I wonder if this is how Devon really does see me? If so, love truly is blind.