I’m never in any of the pictures because I’m always the one holding the camera.
Family at the corner
There were other cameras in the party. Both Kaity and Steph had cameras, Kaity her Canon point and shoot (like mine, but with an even better super-zoom on it) and Steph had her Canon T3-1. But they only took pictures of themselves.
I did not realize until this excursion how completely self-absorbed teenage girls are. They don’t even take pictures of each other: their goals seem to be to perfect the ability to take a perfect self-portrait that can be posted on Facebook. I think Steph may have taken a couple of pictures of her feet, too.
Even I took a picture or two of her feet. Cool shoes. If I could still wear heels, I would probably wear these … but these days, if it isn’t soft and comfortable, it doesn’t get anywhere near my tender tootsies. I remember back when I was not much older than Kaity that I wore high heels … very high heels … all the time. When my mother asked me how I could walk in them, I was actually puzzled. They really didn’t bother me. I was fine. I’m glad I wore them while I could, because the days of high heels ended rather abruptly before I was out of my 20s.
Feet. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
So that left me to take other pictures. Amidst the many shots of buildings and alleys and pillars, I managed to catch a few portraits and moments of joy in our Christmas trip to the Boston Pops.
I sometimes forget how entirely different it is taking pictures of people out on an excursion as opposed to at a party or organized event. If you want candid shots, you can’t give instructions, tell them to move together. And there are all the other people roaming around, their heads and other body parts showing up at the strange angles.