I’m not going to make the case that my kid is the next Annie Lebiowitz or Ansel Adams. Most of what she takes when she grabs our camera is crap. Lots of pictures of concrete sidewalks, people mid chew, part of furniture askew and partly out of frame. Come to think of it, kind of like the pictures my dad took my whole life. But, as I delete 95% of them a few jump out to me as worthy of keeping.
I love this one she clicked of her sweet face with bedraggled mom yapping away in the background.