As I mentioned recently, Sam went to a photography camp last week. When he returned yesterday he talked incessantly about the professional photographer who helped staff the camp and gave the kids the benefit of the years of his experience. Why a man who travels all over the country as well as overseas taking pictures would choose to spend five days at a summer camp with a group of teenagers teaching them how to snap off a few shots of wildflowers, dragon flies, and each other, is something I'd like to ask him some day. I'd also like to thank him.
Sam has a whole portfolio of pictures that I'm sure he'll share with you over on his blog when he gets around to it. But I have pictures of Sam I want to share here, courtesy of the camp CD sent home so parents can see what they're children were up to. This photographer didn't spend all his time teaching--he spent a fair amount of it taking pictures of the campers. For once I didn't have to spend my time squinting at pictures hoping to catch a glimpse of my kid in the back of the crowd. This guy was good.
Every morning campers are sent off to journal and read their Bibles for thirty minutes.
Sam really liked this bridge; it's in several of his pictures.
White Bread there in the middle, now known as Lobster Boy, had been ordered to wear a shirt while swimming as there is no sunblock known to man that's strong enough to prevent a Paddock from burning. For some odd reason, he didn't think I'd find out.
This is known as an epic slip-n-slide.
He talked on a bit about how he'd do it and stated that he was pretty sure he'd need a full time job too and that he thinks being a pharmacist would tie nicely into the ministry.
I thought about this conversation a lot as I uploaded pictures to my hard drive today and I kept coming back to this particular shot. And all I could think was That freckled face, a minister someday? My sunburned, lately "can't be told anything he doesn't already know", almost thirteen year old son?
Yeah. I know. I see it too.