I love snapping away and taking photos of everything. I don’t think I’d ever class myself as a photographer as I think you need to appreciate a lot of technicalities of photography to call yourself that and I have to admit, to this day, I don’t really know an extensive amount about the intricacies of taking a good photo. I’m a snapper but I love it.
I’m very lucky in that the other half loves it just as much as I do. It means he’s very understanding of when it takes me a good five minutes to pass a flower because I’m taking 12 pictures of it. I’m guessing if you don’t have that equally in a relationship then I can imagine it’s probably really frustrating and boring for your other half. So we ooh and ahh over a good photo or a new and photo together.
What we didn’t notice till about last year is that Little Z has picked it all up from us both and he loves having a go on the “big camera”. We now trust him not to drop the entire thing but make sure he’s wearing the strap around his neck at all times. He’s a snapper too. And takes very good photos. He can be a bit bossy too and will give us constant direction on how we should be standing or posing. We’ve had to confiscate it on ocassion as he can be a like a paparazzo snapping us when we least expect it but we do secretly like the fact that we can impart a bit of snappy wisdom to him.
His little brother is wanting a go too these days.