Note how my dad and his dog have almost the exact same expression: head tilted, mouth slightly open with a smile, both seemingly thinking, "Is he really taking a picture of me?"
In this picture we got it: yes, he really is taking our picture and he takes his craft seriously. We often don't think to get pictures of my mom, dad and myself in a picture, so I am especially grateful for this shot.
I really don't mind that G commands our rather expensive digital camera. He seems to be very careful with it, but it makes dh a little nervous, and here he is trying to convince G that it really is more fun to take pictures with his old broken Pentax. G, of course, was not convinced.
This is a picture G took in NYC where we were staying in my brother's apartment while he and his girlfriend spent a week in Costa Rica. I hear Costa Rica is lovely, but I love New York, and we had such a blast. Even throwing paper airplanes seems more cosmopolitan in such a setting.
This is our dear friend who was visiting from Italy for a few weeks. I teased him that G was his very own paparazzo.
Another neighbor on our walk. G took many pictures of his truck, which he loves, but I will leave them out.
Sometimes I mourn the lack of trees in our neighborhood. Development seems to be removing every bit of green space. This picture reminds me to see that there still is much lush, green beauty to enjoy. Now, to wrap this post up and get out and revel in it again with my sweet little camera man.
