I am a picture fiend. Even before cell phones had cameras, I carried a camera around with me at all times to take hundreds of snapshots a year--and that was back in the days of film. When Keilana was eight weeks old, she had been professionally photographed six times. One of my students used my on-line picture posting to do the math, and came up with this astounding figure: In her first year of life, Scarlett had her picture taken ten thousand times. That’s one thousand times ten. I told you, I’m fixated. I thought it would get better when I got a digital camera three years ago and could use the technology to raise my standards for pictures of my kids--keeping only the perfect ones and discarding the weird face or out-off-focus shots we used to be stuck with. Nice try. I have found what happens now is that I take exponentially more pictures, but can’t discard any of them. Even if I’ve managed to catch only my child’s blurry elbow, it’
s still one of my very favorite elbows ever and I want to be able to look at it whenever I choose. Besides, their elbow will never be that age again. Disturbing, isn’t it? Another consequence of my addiction is that my kids become junior photographers very early on. Connor could take professional-looking shots by four and Scarlett is catching up fast. In Gary Soto’s Snapshots from the Wedding, Maya shows off her skills. They aren’t half bad.
http://www.amazon.com/Snapshots-Wedding-Paperstar-Book-Gary/dp/0698117522
http://www.garysoto.com/bio.html
