Ken has been working late this week, so the kids and I have been on our own the past two days. In an effort to break up the monotony of the day and get us out of the house, we spent several hours at the splash pad late yesterday afternoon.
As a rule, I don’t take my children to the splash pad that often because normally it’s so packed with kids that I lose mine in the mix. I don’t enjoy having to watch them like a hawk, scanning the crowd every fifteen seconds to lay eyes on them. I mean, I could do that at home. If I’m going to the trouble of taking them to the splash pad, I either want to bring a book to read or a girlfriend to gab with and clock out for a couple of hours.
Since we didn’t have to be home in time to meet Ken for dinner though, I decided to try something different. Instead of being there when the place opened, we were there a couple of hours before it closed down. Wow! This was a much better plan. We practically had the place to ourselves. I even got to read several chapters of my book, and it was as wonderful as I had always imagined it would be.
As I watched the sun slowly moving towards the horizon, I decided this was my chance to finally capture some of those magical moments of summer time fun with a camera. The light was good. There were no random kids around to run through my shot. It was going to be perfect, and so I put down my book and pulled my camera out of my bag.
I walked over to where my kiddos were playing and knelt down, ready to start snapping away. I tried one angle and then another. I walked around, trying to remain a safe distance from collateral splashage, but the more pictures I took, the more ridiculous they became.
I can blame it on my lack of skill or my crazy kids, but every picture I took looked something like this: Continue Reading…