Playing Tennis

Posted on | July 14, 2009 | No Comments

More I take photos of kids, more I think of taking photographs as playing tennis. I always loved the thought of playing tennis but never liked to play. I mean, I did not like to run toward the ball. It bounced too quickly and I was supposed to run after it? No way! I would just hold my racquet and pretended that I was participating in the game. Hoping the whole time that the ball would land right in front of me so I would not have to move much. And most of the time, it landed on my side of the court and flew away even before my brain signaled me to go after it.

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Well, kids move very fast. And my kids move lightening fast. It’s not an easy task to take photos of my kids. In the beginning, I was hoping they would pose for me when I was ready to push the camera button. But, nope, that didn’t happen. I realized that I had to run after them before they moved (if it’s even possible).

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Last Wednesday, I took my kids to a local park hoping to get some good, loving brother and sister smiling at their not-so patient mother, playing happily together photos. But, nope, that didn’t happen. I had to constantly ask my son (4.5 yrs old) to hold his sister’s hand (1.5 yrs old) or to stay with her, but she didn’t cooperate. She had a different agenda. She wanted to run, run, run away from everybody.

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I wanted to put Kyle into an army print(?) pants while his hair was still very short like a soldier (My husband ordered(?) me not to cut his hair too short ever again.) Well, he looks more like a little Buddhist monk with the short hair than a G.I. Joe. =)
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