Child 1: Drop the pickle
Child 2: I don’t want to drop the pickle.
Child 1: Drop the pickle. No one cares about the pickle.
Child 2: But I care about the pickle.
Child 1: You’re not mature enough to care about the pickle.
I’m working on my skills. I don’t have this blog thing figured out but I’m enjoying the process. I’m trying out different skills each time I post. I still don’t have the photo size thing down. I want a more uniform look to each post. You know, photos all the same size.
This character also was working on his craft as I was working on an assignment for my photography class. He was very gracious and let me try all kinds of wonky things. He even stood for a few poses that make me laugh when I look back. Of coure, his extrovertedness (is that even a word) did not match the timing of my capturing skills. When I was ready to try out something new I’d just learned but took me a minute to set up and think through, the moment was over and his mind went back to his song.
He had such a way about him that even when I finished shooting, I stood and listened for a bit. He was off key at times but he looked so happy standing on the street corner strumming his guitar. That, my friends, is priceless.
