something beautiful

Do you think they knew it’s my birthday?

No?

Whatever.

I choose to believe that the fact that the new Where the Wild Things Are movie opens on my birthday is a personal present to me.

Because I love that book.

And because I live with wild things.

I desperately need new pictures of the kids, so last night, while Tim was at church and the older kids were at Grandma’s, the boy and I went up to the beach to for an impromptu shoot. It was pretty crowded (what was I thinking? it was 80-some degrees and beautiful – of course the beach would be crowded!). We tried to wait patiently as sand-caked swimmers scooted sheepishly through our shot, but they just. kept. coming. We eventually shifted to a slightly-less-popular bench without the tunnel in the background, but the light was all wrong. Finally, I gave up the tunnel shot and we down to the beach. I realized my mistake as the boy lost all interest in looking anywhere near my camera and consumed himself with burying his feet in the sand…

Sure, he’s cute, and I can always capture the action, but once in a while – really, only once a year or so – I just want a picture where he is engaged with my camera. I tried all the tricks I could think of, but he’s been on to my ways for a while. Still… he is cute…

Finally, we made our way back up to the tunnel for one more try, but apparently, word was out about a great sunset at the beach, because a BUS FULL of elderly photographers showed up and filed through the tunnel only to stand right in my light while they waited for the sun to set. In the end, I decided it was better to be nice and have fun that to get the “perfect” shot. No sense in taking ourselves too seriously, right?