One day that my baby girl was going on 9 months, she was sitting on the living room sofa, lit by a nice tall window, and wearing a pretty hat. Was I fiddling with my camera (as I often am), or did I grab it intentionally, I can’t recall, but I started snapping a few shots of what I thought was a really cute hatted baby.
This is part of why I love photography so much. This could be just a very sweet memory to me alone, but since I captured that precious moment I am able to share it, and my family and my daughter herself will be able to enjoy it way down the road, as long as those pictures exist. And that is mighty sweet.
Oh, and I can already read your comments about how lucky I am to have a kid that actually loves interact with the camera, or at the worst tolerates it. Yes, and no. Yes, I’m super blessed she’s such a good model, but keep in mind she was put under a lens from her third day in the world, and photographed every single day ever since. To her, photos are just another way to interact with me, her mom, and by extension anyone with a camera. Don’t hesitate to shoot your family a lot. Some of them will bitch, just smile, ignore them, and stick around with the camera. If you’re stubborn (like I am) they’ll tire before you do, and you can shoot them to your heart content. Sure, a small mirrorless is better than fat DSLR for that, too 😉