John and Amber: A Study In Photography

I have always loved photography. Though, clearly, my knowledge of it runs shallow since I chose to do a self portrait in a bathroom mirror and left my flash on.

Love of something does not always lead to great wisdom of said loved thing.

Who said that? Confucius? My Confusion? Combustion?

But I digress...

I love nature and landscape but, since having a child I have grown an immense love of shooting candid shots of people. But I always end up roping them into an impromptu photo shoot.

John and Amber fell victim to this very scenario on Mother's Day.

They were actually really fun to shoot. They are always, always goofing around.

Enter me and the Nikon.

They were having a discussion. Of what I am unaware, but I doubt it was serious.

They are always, always goofing around.

Redundancy is my gift people.

Then they started growling at each other.

Imagine my surprise. Growling, I say. Like rabid squirrels.

Maybe it was serious.



Then John went through denial. Followed by shunning and delivering the cold shoulder.
Such a creep.
But she is cute, and I know he likes her.
So he ended up cozied right beck up to her in seconds.
Such a softy.




Then there was excitement.
I think they like flashing lights.

Followed by an all out assault.

In front of our Mother. On Mother's Day. With an infant's toy no less. In front of an infant.

Such a boy.

But they quickly recovered.

Then John started to goof off. Again. For the seven hundred and forty ninth time that day.

And Amber started to lose it.

Did I mention they are always, always goofing off?

I did?

Sorry.

I mean, she really started to fall apart.

Mild hysteria I would say.

Then it all started to come together.

Cute couple, no?

I think she likes him.

I also think the feeling is quite mutual.