Monday, June 6, 2011

A Hand Comes Into the Frame

In the past I've noted that I don't really care for pictures of babies. The truth is they all look alike to me. And while we're on the subject of infants; Moms, if you're kid is too young to walk, talk, and too young to stop slobbering, please don't plop him on my lap and ask me to admire his chubby cheeks. Anyway, I can imagine the photographer crying out, "If you want a picture of the damn kid stop him from bouncing around all the time." And so the mother's hand creeps into the frame and holds the swing steady. Taken with a view camera.

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