My maternal grandpa was a well-meaning but mediocre photographer, skilled at bringing the shutter down a moment too early or late, or in taking pictures of things that were not as quirky or offbeat (or well-lit) as he thought.
I’m going to dredge some of his efforts out of the family scrapbooks where they sit unappreciated, and bring them out for contemplation.
Another installment, then.
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“Sit still for your grandpa, Kurty. He wants to take a picture.”
“Nooooo! Ghost!”
“Don’t be silly, Kurty. Sit still. And smile, would you?”
“Ghost! Coming out of the post!”
“Kurty! Sit still and behave! Smile for the camera!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO! GHOST WILL EAT ME!”
Penfield, New York, 1974.
Oh my god!!!!! This had me hollerin!! The mind of a little kid….
I may still have the mind of a little kid.
I hope so.
The world’s first photo bomb!
Ha! Never thought of it that way. Good way to describe it.