When Angel Girl graduates next month, I will not only lose my baby girl (not gonna think about that – sniff, sniff), I will also lose my photographer.
Since she got her first point and shoot on her 11th birthday, she has been taking pictures.
Her first Nikon made her my official staff photographer.
It seems like yesterday.
But actually it was 5 years and a new camera ago.
I knew this was coming, but it’s getting more real every day as school and work take more of her time.
She gifted me her first Nikon in an effort to make me face the facts – I have to learn to take my own pictures.
The first two weeks I just looked at it.
We don’t want to rush things you know!
Finally the third week I picked it up – and didn’t break out in hives. This is a good thing.
It took at least another week to get up the courage to ask Angel Girl to show me what to do.
Once I released my death grip on the camera, my first lesson went well.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks; I’m just hoping they’re wrong.
Or that Angel Girl never leaves.
Or maybe both.
Blue Jeans and Cotton Tees 