Since making the leap into the DSLR world, I’ve been eagerly looking forward to our annual “Great Hill Country Pumpkin Patch” Adventure.
Eagerly, I tell you.
I’ve thought long and hard about the photos I wanted to take — which of my lenses I wanted to use — the close-up shots of sweet faces I would capture.
The day we headed to the Texas Hill Country for our weekend with the pumpkin patch dear Inlaws, the first thing I packed was my camera bag.
Diapers, wipes . . . heck, even forgotten clothing could be purchased elsewhere, but my camera was the ONE necessity.
Then, our picture taking day came and my camera — my wonderful, older model camera — decided it no longer liked my memory card. The only one I had packed for the weekend.
Frantically, I sent tweet after tweet out, begging for any help, any ideas as to why my camera was being a jerk. Many a kind soul and Nikon store Twitter spokesperson sent replies and suggestions, but none of them worked. My camera was as good as dead.
(Tears, tears, and more tears. I’m not exaggerating, folks)
I had to resort to our camera phones and my Mother-in-Law’s little pink point and shoot.
No fancy camera strap. No ginormous, “make-me-feel-oh-so-official” lenses. Just me, a phone, and a pink camera.
And . . . two kidlets who REFUSED to do any of the following:
- Look at MY camera at the same time.
- Smile at the same time.
- Sit still at the same time.
Instead of the picture-perfect moments I’d planned, I was left with these . . . perfect examples of them — their personalities, their roles, their relationship.
As far as a picture-perfect photo. . . well, there’s always “Matching Jammies Under the Christmas Tree” to look forward to.
(Oh, yes — I’m all about the cuteness)