For over a year now, Frances has been taking pictures with our not-so-great, spare digital camera. As I was browsing through our family computer the other day looking for some other old pictures, I stumbled upon a folder labeled “Frances Photography.” Thankfully, Will has had the good sense to save all of Frances’s pictures and I found myself laughing until tears ran down my face (and waking up George from his nap – oops) looking through them. You’ll notice that many of the pictures look fuzzy and out-of-focus, most of which is a direct result of tiny little fingerprints all over the camera lens.
Understandably, one of Frances’s favorite subjects is Daddy:
These completely crack me. Frances must think her father is 8 feet tall.
George was also an easy target, although it appears most of these shots occurred before he became mobile and a tad more feisty:
Not surprisingly, Frances seems to capture a lot of bottoms:
And a fair amount of tops:
And what great photographer doesn’t take a few self-portraits:
This is by far my favorite shot – Will in an all-out laugh watching his little Ansel Adams in the making take these ridiculous pictures:
And finally, the photographer herself, looking as mischievous as ever:
(I think George made that same face earlier tonight. Oh boy.)