Becca
24th of June 2009 (Wed), 11:17
I was reading this month's Popular Photography magazine and this letter was sent in by a reader:
On a family trip to Kananaskis, Alberta, we walked through the provincial park, and the beauty was astounding. I didn't realize it, but I kept getting ahead of my family, eager to see what lay beyond the next bend. I was seeing it not as a tourist, but as a photographer, in highlights and shadows, compositions and lines. Lost in my own world behind the viewfinder, I was exhilarated. Suddenly, my wife remarked that I must be in a bad mood because I was ignoring her and my two young boys.
Reflecting on this, I recalled other family outings where my desire to photograph what we were experiencing superseded my ability to enjoy it as a family. Other than leaving the camera behind, what can I do?
And the editor's reponse:
Buy three more cameras.
Cracked me up!
On a family trip to Kananaskis, Alberta, we walked through the provincial park, and the beauty was astounding. I didn't realize it, but I kept getting ahead of my family, eager to see what lay beyond the next bend. I was seeing it not as a tourist, but as a photographer, in highlights and shadows, compositions and lines. Lost in my own world behind the viewfinder, I was exhilarated. Suddenly, my wife remarked that I must be in a bad mood because I was ignoring her and my two young boys.
Reflecting on this, I recalled other family outings where my desire to photograph what we were experiencing superseded my ability to enjoy it as a family. Other than leaving the camera behind, what can I do?
And the editor's reponse:
Buy three more cameras.
Cracked me up!