I am often very critical of my photo-a-day pictures.
I like them all individually this week, Micah clinging to his daddy's neck, the boys and their cousin on the airplanes at the park, naked chalk. And yet, as a collection I feel bleh. Too much of the same. They are all pictures of adorable little blond children, every week.
The truth is, I take lots of pictures of things besides my children, but when push comes to shove and I'm weeding out my favorite pictures from the day- the pictures of my children are the ones I care about most. On days when I post things like pictures of soup, I force myself to leave the camera in the house the rest of the day, because I know I'll take another picture of my kids that I like more!
It's okay, right? There's nothing wrong with loving pictures of my own kids - especially when, generally speaking, they're beautiful kids and good pictures.
I guess we're all critical of our own work, right? I'm critical of my writing, cooking, and photography (but not my quilting, since I'm all about wonky.) I think I can do better.
I don't know what this is really about. Just my weekly random-ramblings.
Happy Monday, folks. Welcome back to reality.