How do I say it? The Quiet Man is an artist-with my camera phone. Most of the time when I see the massive amount of pictures he's taken, many of them black or of the carpet or the wall or of the TV screen, I wonder what he is thinking. But sometimes I feel like the pics he takes give me a rare look into how he sees/frames the world.
BEST SELFIE EVER
PRISTINE SOCKS ON CUTE LITTLE FEET
ONE FOOT-TWO FOOT
RIGHT FOOT-LEFT FOOT
I end up deleting a lot of random pics because he shoots hundreds in a week or 2, but my favorites from this week were when he took my phone on our quick trip to get Judy and Dragon. It was like he got a photo of every house along the road and some pretty amazing ones of trees and some of his brother next to him looking very post nap disoriented. His own little feet pics are my favorites though. I had to keep those...they'll be honking size 12's before I know it...if I can get the boy to eat.
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