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.”
“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.