BugHunter and I spent Thanksgiving with my mom in Tennessee. It’s not a bad drive (well, other than on the day before Thanksgiving, when there are far too many cars for the amount of available asphalt, and much time is spent sitting and pondering the dents in the fender ahead). Usually, BugHunter watches a movie, and the remaining time is spent in conversation. On the way home, however, he asked for my camera, stating that the rock formations on either side as we drove across Monteagle mountain “fascinated” him. So, I put the camera on “sports” setting to account for the moving vehicle and let him have at it. Forgetting, of course, that “sports” mode means continuous shooting, and that, to a 9 year old boy, sounds like a machine gun. So, yes, by the time we got home, over 750 “bullets” (pictures) had been shot, and an imaginary wasteland of carnage lay behind us. Sifting through nearly 800 pictures was quite a task, but it was pretty amazing to see the drive through my boy’s eyes. I do believe that it was much better time spent than if he had watched “Clash of the Titans” yet again, and I might just have to make a little photo book of his journey to leave in his stocking at Christmas. So, here’s what happens if you give a boy a camera….
The view from the backseat