One of Tom’s Christmas presents to me this year was a photography class. And, before I go any further, talk about a slam-dunk Christmas from Tom. I got him a jacket he didn’t want and underwear. I want to take a moment to publicly apologize.
After we, um, lost our DSLR this fall, we upgraded to a newer camera with a bit more power and I’ve been struggling to feel comfortable with it. The class is helping me get more familiar with my camera, refresh the basics, and introduce new techniques and ideas.
After everyone in the class took a blood oath to never, ever, ever shoot in Auto ever again, our first assignment was to take photos paying special attention to framing and composition. Composition is something I feel pretty comfortable with, what I didn’t feel comfortable with was my environment. Everyone else in the class brought awesome pictures of things like weekend adventures, places they’d explored in the city, a concert. And I was like, I hope y’all are cool with looking at nothing but photos of Lightning McQueen this semester.
Though you don’t ever see his face, these are, I decided, some of the most accurate portraits of my son. Artistically there are issues, but you get a glimpse into his personality, and his day, and how I’ve totally lost the battle against licensed products from Disney. It’s missing a tantrum, maybe. But I’m planning to forget those every happened, anyway.