This was the first year, as far as I can remember, that there were no tears during the egg dying process. Inevitably someone wouldn't be listening, mom and dad would get stressed about the egg dye and tears would ensue. I took a step back this year, prepped myself psychologically for the fact that food coloring could (and would) get on something, someone or somewhere. Life goes on. Messes are a part of it.
This photo, the one of the 4 of us, is not going to win some prize for composition, lighting or technique. It won't be featured in the lovely Click Magazine or pinned on Pinterest. But this is our family, the 4 of us. The boys aren't looking, there is an array of distractions on the counter and a yellow chic stuck to the frig. No, it is not a work of art but it's us together and that's why I chose it. In fact, it is the first with all of us on the blog. I need to do this more often. Document all of us.
This photo, the one of the 4 of us, is not going to win some prize for composition, lighting or technique. It won't be featured in the lovely Click Magazine or pinned on Pinterest. But this is our family, the 4 of us. The boys aren't looking, there is an array of distractions on the counter and a yellow chic stuck to the frig. No, it is not a work of art but it's us together and that's why I chose it. In fact, it is the first with all of us on the blog. I need to do this more often. Document all of us.
Canon 5D II | Sigma 35 ART
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