High pain tolerance levels.
That's all I can figure out.
Otherwise, how could they, my family, manage not to smack me up side the head for incessantly poking my camera in their faces, asking them to adjust their poses (even when they aren't posing) and being a general Canon-armed nuisance?
What do you suppose attracts us to photography, anyway?
I don't know for sure.
But I do know I can't help it.
I don't want to help it.
I see the beauty, the artistry and soul-searching, thought provoking design of Life and I want to freeze the color, the movement, the light. I want to make an image that will stand out clear against the blur of passing time.
So I can look back, take my time savoring the views I've witnessed.
So I can set in my heart the expressions and characters of the ones I love so much.
So I'll never forget this time.
And I'm having it.
And I'll keep having it...
If they'll tolerate me.
Snap, Cackle, STOP in NE