This a picture of one of my best friends, Laura. We go on walks with another friend each day we work, after lunch. Yesterday I brought my camera.
Half way around our trail, I was exhausted from trying to walk in step with both of them, so I sat down in the grass while they made fun of me. I laid my head down, and notice the dry grass against the clouded sky.
I then exclaimed to them, "Look at the this! The grass against the sky!" Laura lay down next to me, and agreed that it was rather cool.
As I looked around, at her laying beside me, I noticed something I had never considered before. I pulled out my camera, hoping that I would have two seconds to catch it, and I did.
I tried to continue, when she moved her knees, thinking that I was trying to look past her. I cried out in frustration. Laura looked at me as if I had lost my mind, wondering what went wrong.
Byron, who was laying beside her, said, "You moved. Lily doesn't like it when you move." How true this was, I get so set on taking a picture, I do not appreciate when life moves out of focus.
In fact, there are times when I am taking pictures, I do not see what's happening in the photo until it has been taken. As odd as it may seem, those are probably the best moments for me. Because I was too busy to notice then, I get to look back and see their face again, seeing what I didn't before. This has happened numerous times with children.